Looking For Trouble
"Jesus Christ," Lip muttered, rolling his eyes at a group of beefheads and their groupies in the corner. Why the hell did he come to a campus bar? He had no one to blame but himself. No, wait, here's a room full of people he can blame it on. His fiercly blank stare changed to a couple at the bar, a young stud fraternizing with an I-wanna-take-things-slow co-ed.
Lip leaned back in his chair, lifting the beer bottle to his lips. The table near the center of the loud, dimly lit bar gave the perfect advantage to analyze his peers when he wasn't focused on his beer. Generally Lip wouldn't give a shit about any of these people, but after being at Yale for so long and with this mountain of his, a few other kids', homework back at his dorm, he figured he just take a night off. So far it was turning out to be a really eventful night. Maybe he'd pick up one of the more tolerable looking chicks in the back sucking down pints, or perhaps find some trouble to get into. Everyone here felt so bland and fake and inane. Seriously, thank God for alcohol.
Lip leaned back in his chair, lifting the beer bottle to his lips. The table near the center of the loud, dimly lit bar gave the perfect advantage to analyze his peers when he wasn't focused on his beer. Generally Lip wouldn't give a shit about any of these people, but after being at Yale for so long and with this mountain of his, a few other kids', homework back at his dorm, he figured he just take a night off. So far it was turning out to be a really eventful night. Maybe he'd pick up one of the more tolerable looking chicks in the back sucking down pints, or perhaps find some trouble to get into. Everyone here felt so bland and fake and inane. Seriously, thank God for alcohol.