<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/a1/eb/64a1ebbbcf4fdbd74d30ee3e374e3270.jpg)</div>Well. So much for studying. Some undergrads, being undergrads and thus cheerfully, adorably clueless and irresponsible, had clearly decided they'd had enough, and had started the party early. At least someone had the foresight to grab some food despite it- probably the Student Activities Committee which, from her experience, was made up of upperclassmen, who were also grinds, often single, and did the job not so much to go to the parties and events as to get the Service points for their Greek organizations and their grad school apps.<br/><br/>She should know. She'd been on it, once upon a time.  Before she'd figured out some things about herself, among which was: undergrad sororities were BS.<br/><br/>Stepping lightly among dancing couples (and a few trios), and averting her eyes form a few folks who were already getting a bit frisky, she set her burden of pizza down on a corner of one of the tables, near the rest,  snagged a plate, and helped herself to a couple of pieces. At least they wouldn't starve. A few people she knew- some of her own students, for fuck's sake!- waved or called greetings, and she thought her face must have been clashing with her outfit. Why the hell was she there, dressed like a teeniebopper, meeting up with a pair of...<br/><br/>The thought froze when she saw Marcus at one end of the room, looking dead at her. Damn, he<strong>was</strong>cute. And to his credit, looked almost as awkward as she felt. Feeling a thin smile creep onto her lips despite herself, she juggled bag and plate in order to give him a bit of a fingerwave.  Getting over to him required a little more dancing, as the crowd started to grow, but she made it without losing either part of her burden.<br/><br/>"Hi- HI!" Someone had bumped up the volume on the boombox just as she'd greeted him. "Best laid plans and all that, right? Hope you don't have an exam coming up." Moving a little further out of traffic, she scanned the room. "Any sign of Finn?" She'd been looking forward to a  beer, too, but no sign of it here. Not that she was surprised.