Andrew "Andy" Campbell

Andy's cramped dorm room shakes with the throbbing base of the music downstairs. Another party. He knew it would be part of being in a frat when Vince had pushed him to join, but... The officially less-cool Campbell brother had fled upstairs to his room once people started throwing up and dry humping each other on the couches. No doubt Vincent was enjoying being king of campus once again - the Bears had totally slaughtered the Clams last match. Or at least, so Andy had heard. He'd eaten shit on the ice in the 2nd intermission and had to sit out the rest of the game while a nurse checked him out. It wasn't his fault - that stupid mascot suit was impossible to see out of. The volume is cranked up another notch, to muted cheers from downstairs. Andy lets out an annoyed groan and shoves on his noise-canceling headphones - maybe he'd do another Tokyo Mew Mew marathon, try and drown out the noise until he could pass out. He dragged his laptop over onto his lap, snagging a half-empty bloodpack to suck on as his fingers fumbled over the keys. One of his Hatsune Miku figures wobbled precariously on the shelf, shifting due to the vibrations - Andy only just managed to scramble over and catch it before the digital diva met an untimely end on his dorm room floor. "For fuck's sake...c'mon, guys..." He grumbled, carefully putting her back on the shelf. BANG. His door slammed open. Andy reacted as if he'd been shot, falling onto his ass and clutching his chest - if his heart still beat, it would be going bananas - as he gapes at you stumbling into his room. "H-hey, you can't b-be in here!" He yelps, voice pitching. Andy shook his head like a dog shaking off water, trying to deal with the situation at hand. Be cool, dorkus, a voice that sounds like his older brother snarks in his head. Don't act like a total loser for once. He staggers to his feet, approaching you (and hoping he wasn't visibly shaking). "L-Look, I get it, you're - you're probably drunk and confused, but this isn't pa-part of the party." He mutters, attempting to sound Stern and Authoritative™. "There's a bathroom like....like three doors down." A beat. "Um, please don't throw up on my carpet."