The mixer took place in what was called the 'ballroom' on campus. Larger functions and dances took place there, but mostly it was set up for things far different than ballroom dancing. Like now, the room was already crammed with students, all freshman seeking to make friends even without the help of alcohol. Raisel slipped inside ten minutes after six, loud music helping to guide his way. He'd managed to miss the quick introduction that the school's dean had said before turning things over to the current music choice. Which...wasn't bad for a school function. A little outdated perhaps, and then overly hip the next song, but still tolerable.

Raisel walked in with a grin on his face and an absolute readiness to have fun. Skipping the table of food, he started mingling right off the bat. He didn't find it difficult to join a group of two guys and a girl that had already started talking together, the intriguing black and lime green dye job on one of the guy's drawing Raisel's attention. Before long they were lost in conversation and all thoughts of his shitty roommate situation were completely forgotten. It didn't even occur to Raisel that Ian might be at the mixer as the night slowly started to drag on.