A/N: this is just a quick scene from Bing and Darcy in college. Thank you so much for being patient.

"Come on Darcy. Come enjoy the party," Bing said. Darcy was seated in the entrance hall watching television and nursing a beer.

"I'm fine where I am." Behind him, music was playing in the darkened room.

"Aw, come on. You don't even like hockey all that much. There are tons of beautiful girls here and you're sitting and watching TV."

"Bing. I have no interest in dancing with girls from BU."

"Don't be such a snob. They are beautiful girls. You don't have to dance. Just come up and hang out at the bar."

"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"

"Not until you come. I've got a couple of girls up there. It will be fun."

"Fine, but only so you'll leave me alone."

Bing grinned. He sighed as he got off the couch. He was comfortable and the game was interesting. Hockey was not his favorite sport, but he had grown to love the Bruins since he'd been at school.

He loved school, and he loved the Phoenix. He really did, even during these awful themed mixers. Tonight they were supposed to be loggers while the girls were dressed as joggers. Bing was particularly festive in short shorts, a pair of suspenders, a flannel and a hard hat. While he wasn't as festive as his friend, he did have on a flannel and suspenders.

Despite the outfit, he did not feel out of place. The Phoenix felt like home. Seventy-two Mt. Auburn Street felt like home. It was a comfort. The signatures of his father, grandfather, and other past generations of Darcy men adorned the walls.

It had a sense of history – it hadn't really changed since its inception. Even the art on the walls was at old as the building itself. The paintings of men on horses and foxhunts looked like they belonged in a country home in England, not a glorified frat house in the center of Cambridge.

"Darcy, there are my friends," Bing said as they entered the upstairs bar, "this is Kate, and Emily, and Jenny."

"Hi," they giggled.

"It's nice to meet you," Darcy said heading back to sit behind the bar. Emily and Kate sat at the bar. Their dark hair was messy beneath their jogging headbands. Jenny was sprawled on the leather benches. Above her hung paintings of naked women. There was no denying that the Phoenix was a boys' club. The room itself smelled heavily of cigar smoke. This was partially from his friends in the other room and partially from the years of back room deals in this smoke filled room.

Even the cigar smoke was a course of comfort. He leaned back and sipped his beer as Bing flirted with the girls. It wasn't as if he couldn't flirt, he just had no interest in girls from lesser schools.

Bing asked them about their majors and their interests and hobbies. He was always so polite, so personable. He was liked by just about everyone he met.

"Bing, I have a headache," he said when there was a lull in the conversation, "I'm going to leave."

"Don't go!" Jenny said looking at him hungrily.

"Darce- come on. Don't leave."

"I have a headache. I just want to go to sleep."

"Fine," Bing said, "it's your loss. Right ladies?"

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he disappeared down a back staircase, leaving Bing to entertain the ladies.