Kael's senses stirred, and he looked to his sides. A young man stood nearby, dressed in tight boxer-style swimwear that showed off his skin and more than a little of his figure. He had a trim build, fair skin, and was noticeably shorter than Kael.
"Anything?" Kael asked, raising his brows and staring him down.
"No…" the young man said, "I just saw you drinking pretty hard and thought I'd check if you were alright."
"Ah… thank you," Kael replied, his words slurring slightly from the tequila shots he'd downed.
'Three... that's bad. I hope I don't do anything stupid tonight. I'm already tipsy,' he mused inwardly.
But the young man didn't leave. He stood there, looking at Kael, prompting Kael to frown in confusion and ask, "What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around. What year are you from?"
