Sam had not given away any beads but some of the girls had strung their beads around his neck in exchange for a flash of the scars on his chest. He had gladly lifted his shirt with a goofy little smirk each time, making sure to thoroughly flirt with the sober girls and avoid all the drunkos.

He excused himself from a small group of juniors to scavenge for something non alcoholic to drink as he had run out of cherry coke a little while ago. Thank goodness for mixers, he thought to himself as he poured a coke.