"Um," Spencer said, and blinked. He'd been a little bit cautious about the party -- an invitation for a staff-wide thing seemed potentially dangerous, but then he'd decided that no one was going to keep him away from things, no matter how good he was getting at avoiding certain members of the staff -- but he'd had a shitty night's sleep and a shitty day to correspond, and getting really, really drunk seemed a perfectly good way to feel better about the whole situation.
Maybe, he was willing to allow, he was a little out of his depth now, though, especially considering that Brendon Urie -- who Spencer vaguely remembered as one of the group who had completed their last year of study with the Ministry -- was swanning around shirtless and offering to oil his body.
Spencer stepped in through the door and waved awkwardly. "Uh," he said. "Hi?"