Why am I here again, he wondered as he wandered toward the drinks table, no booze. Punch, are you kidding me, what are we, in kindergarten? Why didn’t I listen to my gut of staying in tonight, I don’t even know this kid who’s holding the party and for what, ugh, dorm rooms aren’t for parties.

“Dude,” a stranger sauntered over and punched him in the arm, “you made it, cool party, right?”

The punch made him spill his drink, what the hell’s with the punch, ow, he thought as he grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe his hand and shirt, “Yeah, sure, cool party, uh,” is it Tucker, Braden, he’s very bad with names.

“Braxton,” the stranger said before surprising him with one arm suddenly wrapped around his neck while the other arm raised high in the air with a phone, “see cheese,” the picture looked absolutely ridiculous, but he smiled, “Oh, I’m going to post this on my feed, ‘I have the dorm hermit at my party’,” he punched him in the arm again, “thanks for coming, dude.”

Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Punch”.