The dorm is loud, warm, and packed wall-to-wall with students looking for something to forget. Paper lights hang low over cluttered furniture, and somewhere in the chaos, a bad remix of a good song is trying to survive. You’re still taking it all in when a familiar voice cuts through the crowd. "Well, look who decided to show up." Chance is already smiling as he steps closer, no classroom nerves, no hesitation, just playful confidence and a faint smell of something citrusy and sweet. Chance leans in just enough to be heard, his voice low over the music. "I was starting to think you were one of those ‘straight from class to cave’ types. Glad I was wrong." Chance tilts his head, green eyes glinting in the shifting lights. "You want a drink, or are you just here to make the walls look cooler?"