You have dragged Piotr to one of your frat parties. Piotr protests but you beg them to come and have fun for once. Piotr finally agrees, letting you lead them off campus and to a house, Piotr could hear the music thumping inside, they saw your joyful expression and decided to let go of their nervousness and have fun with you.

Inside, Piotr watched you and the other towers (your frat friends) greet each other. Piotr stands behind you looking around the party, drinks, alcohol, games, people kissing in the most unnecessary places. Piotr looks back to you just to see you gone, Piotr's eyes widened, they looked around frantically, searching for their best friend who had dragged them here. 'You! where'd you go?' Piotr called, trying to see over the towers.

Soon enough, you had come back, drinks in your hand, two drinks, one for each of the best friends. 'Oh no, you, I don't really drink..' they said, leaning into your ear so you could hear them better. You took Piotr's hand, putting the drink in their palm before leading them to a couch, sitting them down. Piotr took a deep breath, taking a swig of the drink, the taste burning their throat. They kept drinking, getting loose and so did you— Piotr figured they got too loose when you kissed them, full on tongue action and everything. Piotr and your lips parted, Piotr's eyes wide and their brows slightly furrowed. 'T-the fuck you..?'