Court Yard

"So let's go before class starts. I'll give you the grand tour." He took the other's hand and tugged to get him to follow.

He grinned and followed him, squeezing his hand as he adjusted his bag to keep it from falling. "So where are you taking me?" He asked with a smirk.

"Auditorium. There are seven places to sneak out of lectures to and three of them are for smoking."

"Nice." He snickered as he walked looking around. "Let me guess the other four are for sex."

"If you have a sweet piece of ass you want then sure." He led him inside the lobby. The place was loud with students waving and calling to Francis. He was a rather popular person, all three of the BTT were. Antonio was captain of the soccer team, Gilbert was co captain of the hockey team and France was a drama major as well as captain of the swim team. They were the best at what they did.

He led Soren into the auditorium pointing to some places backstage and a place in the sound/lighting booth.

He nodded, taking note of everything the french man showed him. He avoided the people that said hello to Francis, quietly waiting for them to go away. It wasn't that he didn't like people, just he was a bit antisocial in new places where he wasn't use to. He slipped into the place that Francis had pointed out in the lighting booth and sat his bag on the ground, bending over and rummaging through it.

Francis stood in the doorway watching him. "You know you're like a rabbit. Cute but shy."

He pulled out a small flash of Vodka from his bag and grinned. "What makes you say that?" He asked as he hopped up on the desk and opened the bottle and took a swig.

"Just observation mostly." He moved more into the room watching him. "Isn't it a little early for drinking?"

He shrugged. "5 o'clock somewhere in the world." He said as he held out the bottle. "Want some?"

"I don't drink vodka but thanks all the same."

"To each his own." He said swinging his legs back and forth as he sat there. "So is that the tour?" He asked, pretending to read the label on the bottle.

"This is only the beginning. There are a tons of places."

"Cool." He said looking up at him with a shy smile. "Can we stay here for a bit though?"

"If you want. I don't have anything to do." He leaned against the wall and smiled at him. "So what kind of naughty stuff made you transfer to this place?"

"I got into a bad fight and got expelled. So my dad moved me here." He said a big quietly.

"Shit happens."

"That it does." He chuckled and moved over to give Francis room to join him. "You're a pretty cool guy."

"I get that a lot." He pushed off and walked over sitting beside him. "You're pretty cool yourself." He leaned close till their shoulders touched.

"I can see that." He said with smirk and took another sip. "Thanks." He said leaning into him.

Francis smiled at him as he reached out for the bottle. "You shouldn't walk around with this stuff. Ivan would kill for some."

"I guess I'm making friends already." He said sarcastically as he handed the bottle over and wiped his mouth, smiling wide at him.

He took a swig before tucking it into his own bag. "Nothing wrong with making friends."

"Depends." He said with a shrug, looking down at his feet as he kicked them again.

"Depends on what?" He looked over at him trying to see his eyes as he jumped down.