Garry didn't drink unless he was alone in his dorm room and his professor was a little too hard on his latest piece. His only friends were paints in tubes and sometimes he would talk to the mannequins that the fashion students used, and then aside from that, he'd talk to himself and on the occasion another girl named Mary, which he never really trusted. She always seemed to be trying to trick him into doing something or another, which was why he was standing in the middle of a party he really didn't want to be at. No matter how many times Mary tried to convince him that he stuff in the cup was juice, Garry just wasn't taking any of it.

He looked around and thought to himself how he thought art students were going to all be depressed maniacs like him and the closest thing to a party he might see would be a mass suicide, but it seemed like that was the exact opposite. Maybe everyone was just hopped up on painkillers and shots of energy drinks mixed with whatever alcohol they could get their hands on. He on the other hand only 'indulged' when he really needed inspiration, and even then he knew where to get some higher end products if you wanted to call it that. He shook his head.

He really could have just up and left the party, but Mary had told him there was going to be a cute freshman girl there that would be perfect for him. She was best friends with the mannequins too, and Garry thought he could get along with someone who talked to no one too. Perhaps she asked the mannequins all of his secrets and she knew them. Then again, that wouldn't be too scary. Garry didn't have too many secrets because he never did anything noteworthy. That's why he's in art college.

"Hey, Grim Reaper!" Mary yelled over the music, bumping her way through a crowd of bodies to stand in front of the blue and black haired boy.

"Are you ever going to call me something positive? I'm sick of being called bruise head or Grim Reaper or shit lord or whatever rolls off your tongue." Garry asked a little under his breath, but it fell upon deaf ears as Mary grabbed his tattered coat and yanked him off though another wave of dancing, sweaty forms to a table surrounded by a few couches and a couple of pulled up chairs. Mary flung him to sit next to a girl who looked just as uncomfortable as him. She held her red cup in her lap and it seemed to blend in with her skirt. Her hair was about to her chest and was straight and brown. Garry thought about the chest part. It was barely there.

"Garry, this is Ib. She's the girl I was telling you about who I think you would get along with. Ib, this is Garry. He's that senior who has a thing for the young girls if you get where I'm going." Mary said, winking and taking a big gulp from her cup. The two sitting blushed copiously and began grabbing onto their respective garments and pulling on threads that were hanging loose. Ib was the first to look over at the older and she nodded curtly before stammering.

"I- It's nice to m-m-meet you Garry." she said, bowing a little before smiling lightly. Garry felt his heart skip a beat. For a freshman, she certainly was pretty. Her skin seemed flawless, which was a stark contrast to his. His skin almost seemed gray from all the long nights and hard drugs. Ib on the other hand looked like she still had hope for an education and a future in the art industry. Garry laughed to himself bitterly as he extended a hand and smiled back.

"It's nice to meet you too, Ib. Why don't we drink a little and have some fun so we can loosen up and talk more, no?" Garry asked, feeling a little too devious about the whole situation. He hadn't drank socially in a while so it was going to be fun not remembering how the night went. Aside from that, he really wanted to get to know Ib, and by looking at her figure, one beer was enough for her to be spilling her heart out to him. Garry was thin, but he was tall. He could knock back drinks like a champ if studies were right. Since he only drank with himself, he never really kept track.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Ib replied, picking up her drink out of her lap and taking a sip, then making a sour face. Garry chuckled. This was going to be better than he anticipated.

"So then the mannequin told me 'No Garry, you don't dress like a queer, because you aren't straight!'" Garry slurred, laughing after wrapping up a story that didn't make sense all the way through. Ib nodded and just took another drink of her beer. She was on her third while Garry was down after one and a half. Ib was a little buzzed, but she was conscious enough to know that Garry wasn't all there in the head, even when he wasn't inebriated.

"Y'know Ib-" Garry said, putting his hand in front of his mouth for a second because he was hiccupping. "I'd like t' say you're pretty cute, you know? You know? Hm?" He tried to wink at the girl but managed to just blink while tipping his head obnoxiously. Ib nodded and looked off to the side for Mary. She was feeling uncomfortable, and right as she was about to get up, Mary seemed to swoop in from nowhere and hover over her like a hawk.

"Are you enjoying Garry's company, Ib?" Marry asked, looking over at Garry and trying to insinuate that Ib should do something. Ib shrugged nonchalantly.

"I guess. He said I was cute." she told her, and Marry nodded, glancing at Garry, who seemed to be staring at Ib like she was some magical creature. In Garry's eyes, she might as well been because all the years of his life he was terrible with women and this was the first time he'd talked casually to one in years. Mary nudged Ib with her knee and cocked her head towards Garry and gave her a look.

"Then go for it. You were saying earlier how you thought he sounded really cool." Mary said, and Ib rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but-"

"Attention!" Mary shouted before Ib could finish her sentence. "I'd like for everyone to focus on the cute couple right here. That's right, right here all eyes on them." she said, riling up people to stare at a pale faced Ib and a flushed Garry.

"S'what's happening?" Garry asked, scooting a little closer to Ib, who seemed to cringe. She looked at him and shrugged.

"These two are hitting it off grand, but my little friend is a coward and won't make a move, so I've decided that if she doesn't make out with him for at least a minute and a half, everyone in this room has absolute permission to give her a rough time. This includes name calling, destroying her work and spreading harsh rumors, and we wouldn't want that to happen." Mary yelled, and then she tossed a look over her shoulder and grinned at the other girl. "Now would we?"

Ib looked into the eyes of a she-devil in the flesh and began to fume, and before Mary could go on, Ib turned to Garry and flung her arms over his shoulder and straddled the drunk. Garry's face was burning red and he hadn't made out with anyone before and he practiced kissing on the makeup model heads when no one was watching, but he was sure this was going to be bad. He closed his eye though as Ib closed hers and lips collided. People cheered all around, and Garry could only shakily move his hands to Ib's hips and lift her to straddle him. She did so effortlessly and laced her fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss and giving it more feel. She cracked an eye to see how Garry was doing, and damn, he was about as red as her skirt, which was hiking up now that she realized Garry seemed to be barely grinding on her as if to be discreet about it. Ib hadn't realized it until now, but she was sure when Garry was sober, he was a pretty okay guy.

Garry broke off the kiss as soon as he realized the burn his stomach was indefinitely not arousal and the kiss as sobered him up hard. He didn't mean to, but he shoved Ib off of him and got up to run to the bathroom and puke up the contents of his stomach, which was mostly alcohol and partially dissolved Advil and a bit of miscellaneous food he had scavenged from his room. Ib rubbed her butt where she landed and everyone around them seemed to be high fiving, and Marry shot Ib a cold glare before turning up her nose.

"He's probably puking because you're vile." Mary grumbled, and Ib, stood up and fixed her skirt.

"Perhaps he thought of your face you jealous little witch." Ib shot back, and she walked away to go and find the older boy and make sure everything was okay. Ib pushed and shoved her way through crowds of people who were either sniggering at her or too wasted to care. She looked around for the nearest bathroom, and when she heard the faint groans of someone who hated themself, she took a corner and ended up staring at Garry's body hunched over a toilet seat as he mumbled to himself. She approached with caution and walked in, crouching beside him and placing a hand on his back.

"Hey, Garry, are you okay?" she asked in a whisper. Garry weakly looked up at her and his face was paler than she remembered.

"I'm so sorry." he said, smiling weakly. "You're a really good kisser by the way. That's not why I puked in case you were wondering."

"I know." she told him. "Want me to get you some water?" she asked, and Garry nodded as he reached up for the handle and flushed. He slumped to the floor and let his back rest against the wall. He was cold and his mouth was dry. Ib got up and the moment he left, Garry felt like he got even more frigid. Damn. For a freshman and a moderately dressed one, she was hot. She was the hottest chick Garry had seen in his entire life and he knew girls like her were demanding, and Garry admittedly was so unskilled he knew he was submissive as hell. He wished Ib and him could find a bedroom and just-

"Here." Ib said as she walked back in, cutting Garry away from his thoughts. He looked up through messy bangs and smirked, holding his hand out for the cup and taking a long gulp. Ib sat next to him on the floor and brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. "We should get you home. Are you in an apartment or a dorm or do you commute?" she asked.

"Dorm." Garry replied wearily, taking another sip of water even though his hands were shaking like mad. Ib gently took the up from him and brought it to his lips, tipping the cup for him so he wouldn't spill it all down the front of him. He had a rough enough night already. Ib pulled the cup back and Garry swallowed. He seemed to have enough color in his face, so Ib tried to stand him up, but she made sure his arm was draped over her shoulder so he had at least a little support. Garry's stance was shaky, but with help, the two were walking out of the bathroom and through the mass of people, right past Mary, who didn't notice them, and were out the door.

"Which dorm?" Ib asked, once they were outside and walking slowly around. Garry was drooping over and he hiccupped a little before looking down at her.

"M' serious Ib, you're really cute." he grumbled, and Ib rolled her eyes.

"That's fantastic, now which dorm are you in?" she asked firmly, and Garry piqued up.

"Oh, the one by the fashion hall. You know, uh…" he paused. "That one. I forget its name. I just know the place." Garry told her awkwardly. She rolled her eyes again and was thankful she knew her way around campus.

Ib hoisted him up a little more so their hips were touching, and Garry kept looking at her and giggling, then blushing, then giggling again. Ib was flattered, she really was, but now wasn't the time to get into whatever he was thinking. Garry was beyond drunk and he needed to go to bed if anything. Ib lugged him across the campus in the dark of night to be sure he got home safely and alive. Barely. Garry seemed to be getting heavier and heavier by the second, but Ib, no matter how strong people claimed she was, was still a slender girl. While Garry seemed tinier than a stick too, he was tall, and this proved a struggled as the brunette dragged him around with passerby's staring at the scene.

"Can you at least try to walk?" Ib groaned, shifting Garry around so his arm was around her shoulder again. Garry slurred something and then seemed to stand some, but he slumped over again and groaned himself. "Garry! I will leave you on the fucking ground of you don't get on your damn feet!" she yelled, and some other people watched, but made no effort to help.

"Leave me then. It wouldn't be the first time I slept on concrete." Garry said, looking at Ib like a kicked puppy. She took no note to it and threw up her arms, letting him drop to the ground in a heap before she kicked him in the side.

"You're hopeless! We literally just met and you're already being a burden. Just sleep on the ground and in the morning if you wake up and are late for a class or find yourself bitten by bugs or with a citation, fine by me! Just- just don't die or whatever. I'm going home. It's was nice to meet you Garry, and I hope if we talk again, you'll maybe be here to remember it."