You could use a drink. Being around all these old faces gives you anxiety you haven’t felt since puberty had a fiery grasp on your genitalia. You say goodbye to Xavier and head towards the bar. Seth is making Danica giggle in front of you, and you can’t help but feel jealous. Ian is parsing out the particulars of particle physics while you try to eavesdrop. Danica’s laugh is just infectious as you remember it, Ian’s personality just as grating as his body odor. You all order drinks, the bartender has a heavy hand and pours them strong. Seth still has Danica rolling over in laughter, while you’re having a hard time not telling Ian that he smells like a fire that somebody pissed on. Do you..?