Gray was leaning against the refreshments table, looking a little worse for wear. He looked frazzled. Sipping cider, he wished it had alcohol in it. Sure, he had pre-gamed, but his little chat with Mekala was rather sobering.

It seemed Gray was the only kid on campus who hadn't thought about bringing a flask of something with him.

"Dude." Gray raised his paper cup of cider to Keegan in greeting as if to say 'Good evening, Sir', the way a fine gentleman would.