Gray was having an alright night, unlike a certain ginger who happened to be wearing the same color as him. Of course, more people would expect a girl to wear baby pink than a guy.

But he thought he looked fucking slick, and of course that was all that really mattered.

He'd just come back from trying to chat up one of the Sonnier cheerleaders who was on her way back to her dorm. She giggled and touched his arm and did all the sort of normal girl things... and then kissed him goodnight. At the door.

He'd totally get some next time, he smirked to himself, unlit cigarette already dangling between his lips. It was only when he got to the only really concealed smoking spot outside of the woods that he spotted Tatum.

He raised his eyebrows in an awkward greeting, mumbling 'hi' as best as he could with a cigarette in his mouth. Of course, it came out more like a surprised "Aye."