Blaine loved a good party. He wasn’t throwing this one but the guy down the hall, the one with the hook ups, was and everyone in the dorm was invited. So Blaine and his roommate took their bottles of tequila, and a bag of limes as donation and headed to the party after about a hour. Everything was in full swing and soon enough Blaine was playing quarters and losing as always. The music thumped heavy through the room, the bodies pressed in close, and Blaine loved every minute of it. This was his scene, the liquor, the drugs, and the music. Where ever he could find it, he would take it. Even here in hetero land.