Michael scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. Everyone back at the frat house had laughed when he'd been tasked with coming to this place to pick out a novelty present for the new president. Honestly, not much of a partier, he'd only pledged because his father was an alumnus, and was accepted almost more for his grades than anything else. He was always the keymaster, or the one who had to give drunk girls a ride home because everyone knew he wouldn't take advantage. And the weird thing was that he was considered an oddball for that sentiment. Sure, they'd say he was a good guy to his face, but there was a vibe in the air, like they thought there was something wrong with not raping a drunk girl.<br/><br/>So, then he catches things like this. 'Send Mikey to the porn shop. He might learn something.' Assholes. Michael took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Dwelling on the fact he hated his frat brothers wasn't going to buy a present. He reached for the inflatable sheep, then stopped and murmured aloud, "Nahh, too cliche'." He stuffed his hands back in his pockets and began looking over the various inflatable dolls. He glanced back toward the counter as the other two customers did a bit of flirting, eyebrows arching up in surprise. He wondered what it was like to be that confident in yourself. If a woman walked up to him in here, he wasn't sure how he'd react. A blush would be almost guaranteed.