This would be okay. This would all be okay. Max hadn't been to a Kappa party before, so he didn't know much about the house or the occupants aside from what he knew from Toby, his cousin. His second beer was starting to give him a kick of confidence, however, so he straightened up, started to wander around the house, and at least attempted conversation with anyone he could find. He could've sworn he caught sight of some of his family, but he brushed that off, unwilling to occupy his time with them when he was trying so hard to be cool.
After a few moments he caught sight of a gaggle of douchey look guys and he wandered over to them, ready to make his first impression. Toby was conveniently hidden behind a keg, groaning as his cousin waltzed right on up. "Nice party," Max said with a smile. "Fuckin'-- y'know. Awesome party. There's like... people? And alcohol? And music? Yeah. My kind of party."
Shit. So much for decent impressions.