sam who's in the university frat but he's lowkey failing his classes, so his student advisor pairs him up with studious good guy michael misa to get his grades up.
misa tutors him begrudgingly, because sam is always sort of making fun of him and misa hates frat guys by proxy. but hey, sam isn't all that bad, and he actually seems to be learning the material, so misa can't complain too much.
sam thinks misa's cool factor needs to be upped about 1000%, so he invites him to one of the frat parties at the house. it comes with a lot of begging, a lot of please, mike, please, i wont let the other guys rag on you too hard, please, you dont even have to stay for that long, i promise itll be fun! so misa does go, but he's immediately out of his element, just standing awkwardly within this hoard of drunk people and couples making out, eventually retreating into a corner on one of those window-benches and just sorta deflates into himself. because it's impolite to leave so early, but he really doesn't feel like wandering further in to find sam or luke (because of course luke is in the crowd and his little brother is, most certainly, not). so misa just sorta powers off, picks at his fingernails while he sits there, not even bothering to get drunk, because that means he'd have to find his way into the kitchen, and pushing his way through this wall of sweaty bodies and get hit with a shit ton of yooooo who's the new guy? yall seeing this??? is the last thing he wants to do.
but sam eventually saunters over, drunk out of his goddamn mind, smiling all big, so happy to see him. heyyyy mikey heyyyy you made it! you want a drink or somethin'? and he flops over across misa's legs, giggling and breathing heavy, reaching up to play with misa's hair that's dangling down in front of his face. misa doesn't really know what to do, considering the fact that he doesn't even really know this guy all that well, they're not friends. but now he has to deal with him while drunk, and he just sorta tenses up, feeling sam's strong fingers tug through his hair and maybe-sorta snake around the back of his neck, fiddling with the hairs on his nape. sam eventually sticks his tongue between his teeth, giggles, and goes wowwww mikey youre pretty. i dont think i remember anything from our sessions cause im just starin' at you the whole time hheeeheheehahahaheheheahahahaaha we should like sneak off to one of the guest rooms and make out or somethin' hahaha wouldnt that be crazy mike??
misa, of course, sorta freaks out, and as a less-drunk beckett comes to pry sam off of him, apologizing profusely, misa takes that as his chance to get the fuck out.
the next morning, a hungover sam asks beckett what happened, because he sort of remembers misa being here and also, oh, there's his jacket in the closet, he must've forgotten it here. and beckett goes yeah man, i dont know, you were sorta muttering to him, all smiley. you mightve called him pretty, i didnt really hear a lot of it over smitty's fuckass music and sam immediately loses his shit like whatthefuck did i just call michael misa pretty,, did i just pour my heart out to him drunk at a fucking frat party what the hell.
he tries to get a hold of misa, but to no avail. he eventually corners him at the library, probably, or maybe misa sees him approaching and flees like a startled puppy. sam gets intel on what dorms misa is staying in (probably from luke, or maybe mack who got it from scahef) and shows up there, partly to drop off his jacket but also because dude, we need to talk.
and talk they do........... maybe some other things, because misa's dorm neighbours are gone for the weekend, so he doesn't have to worry about being too loud (plus, he's heard about sam 'dick' dickinson and his sexual capabilities, he knows he does that shit good)
