Raven always sort of enjoyed going with Charles to the bars, even if he always sort of treated her like a child. Always a Coke, never an actual drink. God forbid there was an actual drop of alcohol in her glass, while he did beer bongs for a crowd of co-eds with what probably barely constituted a mutation compared to the pair of them. Honestly, she was sort of floored by the fact that he always managed to find someone to fall for those lines, but she supposed he was charming enough.

Her fingertips tapped restlessly against her glass as she watched her brother flirt endlessly with some bimbo with an enhanced A9-whatever gene. Midterms might've been over - finally - but she was exhausted, and there was a bed at home calling her name.

Midway through her own eyeroll, she caught someone's eye and stopped, a little smile curving her mouth slightly. Maybe he wasn't even looking at her, but a subtle glance over her shoulder told her that he probably was. Bonding over mutual exasperation at Charles' terrible lines, she guessed.

There were worse ways to meet people.

Hi, she mouthed simply, followed by Can you believe that? and a pulled face not unlike a grimace.