It wouldn't kill him to go to the barbecue, Kelly figured, and he might actually have a decent time if he didn't create a self-fulfilling prophecy expecting it to be a bust.  The Lord required him to be studious and chaste, not antisocial, and he'd need to know how to socialize to realize his goal of priestly ordainment someday.  With that in mind he was headed down the dorm hall with a case of soda cans tucked under his arm, dressed in what he hoped was not "giving in" and looking like he was dressing to make the usual pack of jerks quit harassing him but still conservative a way enough to make him comfortable; he had a button-down on, sure, but it had those 'tribal' patterns printed on it and he was wearing a new pair of jeans instead of the usual black slacks.<br/><br/>It was sad, really...the guys in this area of the dorm, if rumor held, would probably pick on him less for not dressing like a slob than the jocks did. It was too bad he couldn't hang around with them--one, it would raise questions, and two, he'd be too tempted to get into religious debate with them and he'd already learned in past that that didn't get him anywhere. Still, they seemed nice and he was surprised to see Vance coming out of one of the rooms just about the time he was ready to pass it. This was one of those "stop and pretend to be tying your shoe so he won't notice you" moments, and he took the opportunity quickly to set the case down and retie a track shoe. It helped that it had actually been loose, he didn't feel like a liar.  He prayed for Vance to move on quickly, idly listening to someone in the room talking about...er...mutating monkeys? He really didn't want to know...