Justin did not want to go to the indie game club meeting but the threat of Alexa stalking him until he came was sufficient motivation to show up. When he arrived he noticed that everyone in the room (apart from his trendy escort, who had his elbow in a death grip so he wouldn't run) was wearing graphic tees like he was.
"Alexa," a short guy with a diamond stud in one ear greeted warmly. "What are you doing here?"
"Bringing a poor, lost soul to indie game club," she said before depositing Justin in front of him. "This is Justin. He's a computer science/engineering major."
"Hi, Justin. I'm Zack, the president of the club," the guy held his hand out for Justin to shake. "What brings you here tonight?"
Justin glanced at his captor. "Someone thought I needed more human interaction."
