Even though he'd said that he was probably going to go to the party, Bryce had begun to have second thoughts about the whole thing. He suddenly began to think of it as a good idea to not go, simply because he didn't know these people. He didn't know any of them, he didn't know if any of them would even like him. These thoughts were incredibly distressing for Bryce. The man didn't know if he would be able to live in a house where everyone around him hated him and wanted him to leave. Of course, the fact that not being social could cause the other residents to hate him finally crossed his mind when he left the shower. That settled it for him. He had to go whether he wanted to or not. Besides, some of the people that he had talked to on the journal system had seemed to be fairly nice. Except for that one girl whose name he couldn't remember. This caused him to label her as Fruit Loop Girl in his head. He wondered if anyone would answer to that at this get-together.
It didn't take long for him to get dressed, putting on a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans. At first, Bryce was going to go down shirtless, but decided against that. He doubted that would be a good first impression. Never having been to a real party, the man had never heard of someone going shirtless, yet something told him it would be better to go in actual clothes. That didn't, however, mean that he was going to put on shoes. The others would have to deal with him being without shoes, because he hated them. Once he was fully dressed and his beard was adequately trimmed, he left his room and made his way down to the billiards room.
Upon arrival, he was surprised to see that so few people were there. Of course, he'd heard the phrase "fashionably late" but he didn't think people actually did that these days. A quick glance of the room showed him that there were only two other people present. They were both at the bar, and the woman was busy talking about the cupcakes and macaroons she'd brought. Something in his head tried to click, as though he knew who she might be, but it failed to fully go through. At first, he thought that he should just wait in the doorway until they noticed him and called them over, but that would have blocked anyone else getting into the room. With a very soft clearing of the throat, Bryce began to softly pad over to those at the bar. His head was down, in an almost dejected-dog manner; Bryce was not able to keep, or even make, eye contact with either of them. It didn't take much more than a couple of seconds to make it to the bar, where he raised his head, a nervous half-smile on his face. When there was a lull in the conversation, he spoke up.
"Hi," he muttered. "I'm Bryce." There was another awkward pause on Bryce's end that lasted but a moment before he tried to say something to find a way into the conversation. "That's a lot of cupcakes." If they didn't really talk with him, the tall man assumed he would be okay with that. He could always grab a drink and go.