The bar fills the corner of the front hallway where it bends in an L towards the back of the building. You wait in line until you reach the front.
The server isn't a student, though they're wearing the same white shirt, black pants, and black tie as the one who took your coat. "What can I get you? I've got an IPA, a stout, red and white wine, and sodas."
The server trades you a plastic cup with white wine for your money. Then you find an empty patch of the front hallway.
"Are you always alone at these parties?" Alex asks.
"No!" You can't believe the alien from another dimension is dragging you for not inviting someone to the party. You regret not inviting someone else. "But it's not a big deal that I am."
"We never needed to be alone. We could ken together, mind to mind. We would have grand gatherings, thousands of us all linked, thinking in concert."
That sounds like having Twitter scrolling through your brain 24/7. You shudder.
"You are so isolated here," Alex continues. "I do not think I like your work parties."