<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">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/c8/4f/3dc84f39ae17e4143ee6586a1a836dab.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Simon Reddington<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student, First Year<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Rainbow Gay<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous and Annoyed<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Party-thing<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong> Open<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>              Simon usually wasn't one for parties. They were loud, there were too many people, the cops were called, places were trashed...They just really weren't his thing. Part of him wondered why he was even there then- probably the hot guys. He was almost positive it was the guys. He couldn't dance, but he could watch, try and talk to people if he could hear them over the music. If you could call that music, sweet fucking Christ- it was just noise! What was wrong with current music! This whole place was disorienting, from the music, to all the people, all the way up to why he was here!<br/>   Was it even worth the hot guys if he got a migraine from this racket- THERE WEREN'T EVEN ANY WORDS! Simon really couldn't get past the 'entertainment'. He was actually turning to go when he caught a girl heading past him with...was that alcohol?<br/><br/>  That might just be a solution to his problem- if he got drunk off his  ass he could dance and maybe meet people...If he was going to have a headache, it might as well be for a decent reason, right? And as much as he hated following any of his mother's advice, hadn't she talked about creating his world out of what he was given, or something like that? If there was nothing else he could do about the headache, at least he could have fun.<br/>  With that thought in his mind, he took a deep breath and charged into the fray! He was getting himself a damn drink come hell or high water! ...If he could past all these people. <br/> "Excuse me! Sorry!" he yelled to anyone he bumped into.</span></span>