Kyle started to knock on the door, but finding it open, walked in and stared around him wide eyed, like a kid at the circus.  Well, the sign made the purpose of the gathering more than obvious, but he didn't see anything he could just plunge into.  He wore a pro-sports football jersey and black jeans.  Trying to get his bearings, he saw an open bar with a fridge.  He pulled it open and slipped out a soft drink.  He had no desire to fog his pleasure by being drunk.<br/><br/>He looked around, and saw a young blonde sitting on a couch alone.  That must be what I looked like, he thought, seeing her look around her with a slight air of discomfort.  Maybe a kindred spirit?  He could only hope.  He walked over to her, pausing before taking a seat beside her.<br/><br/>"Hi, name's Kyle.  Uh, can you get something to drink?"