`~'*¤!— @kirsafee
Crimson knew better than to walk around with open alcohol but the case of red bull he was carrying around was indeed suspicious. He transferred the Jagermeister he had into a 2L plastic bottle so it wouldn’t clink in his bag and give himself away. He wasn’t all too sure who he was looking for. But, at this point, he was always ready to get drunk. The werewolf whipped out his phone and texted the number.
[text]: HEYYYYYYY FAM I’M DOWNSTAIRS AT THE DORMS WHERE U AT I’M THE TALL GUY WITH THE REDBULL AND THE BACKPACK















