[it's the dead of night in the dorms, way past curfew.
someone has slipped away from their babysitter designated attendant.
he's wandering around, whistling
that one song.
and if that isn't any indication, his occasional wobble in the wrong direction is probably a good sign that he's kind of drunk.
at least he looks like he's enjoying himself?]
[ooc: once again proving that 800-year-olds can still make terrible decisions. open in any way you can think of!]