You do not even know what to think of the whole situation. All around you there a lot of unfamiliar faces. Boys and girls, all around twenty-something seem to be enjoying the party dancing, drinking or making out with each other. You remain puzzled as you watch all these older people around you. Why would you even be here in the first place? That frat boy for some reason not only didn’t mind your presence but he had expected you to stay. At this moment you’re just standing in a corner unsure of what to do. You don’t know these people, in fact you don’t care at all for them. All you want to do is get out of the house and go home.
By now you’re doing your best to avoid bumping into other people as you try to reach for the exit but just as you are about to reach the door a hand grabs your shoulder.
“Hey man, you’re not leaving already, are ya?” Asked one of the frat boys whose breath smelled like beer. You can’t help but notice just how tall, strong and easy-going he is unlike yourself.
“Well I shouldn’t be here. I…”
“Shit man don’t be like that! Drink a little and have some fun!” He says, patting you on the back. “Here. Take this” He gives you his cup and before you can say anything else the boy is already passing through the crowing and talking to other people.
You hold the cup and immediately recognise the scent of beer. You feel curious. After all you’ve never tasted beer nor are you the kind of guy that cares much about alcohol and parties. However you realise you do not have much else to do except go home and stare at the computer monitor. For once you decide not to act like yourself. You mutter “When in Rome…” and you take a slip of beer.
It tastes bitter. You can’t even disguise your aversion for the drink. A pair of frat boys laughs at you and one says “You gotta drink a lot to start enjoying it, y’know. Here, drink mine.”
You’re not really looking forward to drinking another beer but somehow you feel up for the challenge. You usually avoid any spotlights but you are suddenly eager to prove your worth.
And with such unusual thought on your head you grab your cup and you keep on slurping everything the frat boys give to you under the shouts of encouragement.