Being a member of the above-21-club, Brian had a level view of the playing field. The challenge of sneaking around corners were hard liqueur disguised as Coke was no more, but the art of keeping clear of 17-year-olds and keeping his options open was worth finessing. His body was (surprisingly) achy from the slopes, and challenging his trollop sister to feats unheard of. Upon arrival at the chateau, he was thankful he had taken the weekend from reports and computer screens and test tubes. The university wasn't as open-minded as the X-Mansion, but on the other hand, it was far less conservative. It was nice to be around people of his stock, at the very least. Brian wasn't a bigot, but his classmates were boring and stunted, socially.
He rarely cut loose at Xavier's, when he was there, and he kept his nose clean at university, so it was events like these where Brian allowed himself to live a little.
And that's what he was up to this evening. He had delivered a kiss to the hand and a gift to the birthday girl, eaten some hors d'oeuvres and booked it to the hot tub. His suit was stereotypically blue and cut trim, and as he slid into the bubbly, hot water, he wished he kept in mind just how much larger he was than the average Joe. He seemed to fill most of the space. But he was alone, thus far. If things didn't change, he'd poke about again through the buffet-zone and see if there were any birdies about who wanted to nibble on something beside expensive cheese.