College was naked. Not for any scurrilous reason, but because of the simple fact that about seventy-five percent of his time spent in his room was spent in some state of undress. This particular moment in time, he was showering, a completely innocent activity, except that he was doing it in order to be presentable for an antiquated drug god who he fully intended to 'bang' as the kids were wont to say. His shampoo was supposed to smell like cucumber, instead it smelled a little like soap and a little like the half-empty bottle of febreze spray that was slowly fossilizing under his unkempt bed.
He knew that the unknown presence he sense crossing over a border onto his campus was the god he was looking for, so he quickly stepped out of the spray and toweled himself off, taking great care with his mop of dark brown curls. He was half dressed when he heard the knock and decided to hell with his shirt before approaching the door. He opened it with a wide, white-toothed smile. "Hi." He said pleasantly. "Come on in. Did Nils send the booze with you?" He backed into his tiny dorm and plopped himself down on his bed, grinning up at the old god. "You can just throw your coat anywhere."