/lit/ - Literature

He strode into the room, immediately commanding attention that his sober brain didn't know what to do with. He arrived an hour late, thirty minutes later than he said he'd arrive yet exactly when he meant to. He was slender, but not effeminately so. Broad shouldered and colorfully manicured, his style said "look at me!" while the expression his face wore said otherwise.

He looked around the room, which was filled with equal parts alcohol, music, and college students. He took out his phone, a crutch, to text the friends he was to meet here, his saviors from the limbo one encounters upon first entering a party. He looked uncomfortable, sticking out like a cactus in a field of talkative, intoxicated daisies, which was surprising given how confident he must be to dress so alternatively.

Just then two guys joined him, handing him a can of beer and, with it, confidence, something to do with his hands. He beamed and embraced each, then relaxed into an air of almost- arrogance, looking around the crowds like a farmer surveys his crops, blending in just the right amount, a well done counterpoint to a simple melody.