On Halloween, after pregaming we made our way to some bars near the capital. On the way, the guy dressed as a Red Bull with Vodka (a bull costume with a squirt gun filled with cheap vodka) needed to take a leak, and so hid off in a narrow alley. Less than five seconds later, he runs out giggling and says "There are some guys making out back there" and finds the next alley to go to the bathroom.
Naturally, curious we all go and see who's making out in the a dark alley. It turns out, he didn't mean 'guys' in a general sense, it was in fact, two guys going at it in the alley way. As we got closer and our eyes adjusted to the dark, the guy dressed as a doctor pulled away from sucking face, doubled over, and vomited. The other guy, dressed as a biker (I think) put his hand on his back and looked up, seeing us. Everyone else backed off, but he and I made eye-contact, and I knew immediately who it was. It was the Familiar guy.
Not breaking eye contact, he tapped the doctor on the back, and he rose to his feet. The doctor wiped his mouth with the side of his sleeve, and then Familiar grabbed him and resumed making out, forcefully, trapping him against the brick wall.
And then I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
Fortunately, the Red Bull was done by then, and we made our way to the bar, where I hit on the captain of a sports team oncampus (that is too easy to google and find pictures of him if I named the sport) but needless to say, it was a sport which made his costume of lycra a very good idea. A very, very good idea.
