<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22200000/Darren-GQ-Photoshoot-darren-criss-22209402-261-500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Elijah Montero<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Homosexual<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Buzzed<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 7:00PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Front and Center<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Feelin' up a Newb<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>Was he drunk? No. Yes. Maybe... Eh, fuck it. He wouldn't have been able to recognize his own grandmother, at this point. But, who gave a shit? It was his one night off from classwork this week, and he needed to let loose. Least of all for the fact that Dictionary Dude left him high and fucking dry with blue balls in the middle of the hall less than 24 hours ago. He'd had to take a cold shower, jack it, shower again, and then spend some serious time reflecting upon his sins.... <br/><br/>WHAT THE FUCK EVER... He totally jacked it to him twice. <br/><br/>Black curls bouncing as he bobbed up and down to the toxic tempo, his head spun each time he whirled toward a new partner, his grin permanently plastered at this point. He was SO going home with someone, tonight. Even if it meant converting a Gold student, he'd be bent over some kind of Quad bench later, guaranteed. He didn't care. He'd publically bareback it, if necessary. Not like he was winning any awards for his repentance, lately. Tossing a cheeky wink to the Hostess with the Mostest up at the DJ Booth, he bounded right back into the heat of her next sick beat. <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span></span>