It went without saying that Andy had been a bundle of nerves all damn day. He'd lied to her in his text message-- while yes, he was very good and old friends with Brandon, he'd never been to a Kappa party one single time. Brandon always joked about him showing up, but he always got the feeling he was never really invited, either, considering Kappas were far from his normal "type" of person. In high school he'd wanted to be more like those guys, but in college? He was terrified of them and avoided them at all costs. So why he'd agreed to go to one was still beyond him, especially considering that he didn't know the girl at all.
At least past her obvious drug use. That was something that'd been on his mind all day, too, though he tried to erase it. On one hand he knew it wasn't any of his damn business what she did in her private time, but on the other he worried; he was naturally the bleeding-heart type, so it was unsurprising that he wanted to make sure she was okay at said Kappa party. This was one of the many reasons he'd convinced himself to go in the end-- combined with, of course, the fact that a girl actually invited him somewhere. That never, ever happened, so he wasn't about to skip the opportunity, drug-user or not.
So he showed up at her door on time, though he fidgeted in front of it for a good minute before mustering up enough courage to knock. He was dressed normally, as he figured this was nothing but a house party-- jeans and a tshirt, though he'd managed to be clever enough not to wear a video game themed one for once. Taking a deep breath, he finally rapped his knuckles against the door, hoping she hadn't forgotten.
Or hoping she wasn't just pranking him. Because, sadly, it wouldn't be the first time.