Sure, just don't wank about

Pulling your whole attention to Brian, he is somewhat looking jittery. Sitting straight he took an audible gulp with and was adjusting his entire body on the seat.

“So, what do you want to talk about? Just don't wank about” you said checking your flask, disappointed at the empty liter.

“Wank?” he asked looking confused, a moment forgotten.

“Wank... Jerk? Its a play on word? Nevermind assimilating english and english is hard. So what did you wanna talk about? Is it about the party?” you asked again, this time clearing your intention about your willingness to lend an ear.

Brian Husker, a 6'5 ft tall 22 year old gentle giant and is easily the tallest in the university. A person who can be confided to and a complete shut in despite being a party goer is now looking flustered while tugging at his baggy pants.

“Yeah.. Something like that. I can tell you stuff and you won't tell it to anyone right?” he asked again this time looking at you while clutching his hand. Given your signature smiling eye and nod of understanding, you were and are lending your time for a friend.

Besides, how bad could the party be?

“Hoo.. Okay, um. So you know that the party was about the start of the new semester and it was held at the fraternity house right?” he asked and you nodded, it wasn't a new thing to know about. The university has inside fraternity and sorority houses that held brotherhood and sisterhood togethers, and the fraternity is notorious for the varsity players and players themselves.

He was silent for a few, before what he said surprised you.