He hands the jello shot to Daniel. He's not even sure what the fuck they had in Britain, so he makes sure the older man can see him squeeze the clear plastic in the cups and scoop the jello out with his tongue before pitching it across the crowd. It his one of the ping wearing pledges right square in the eye, and then detaches himself from Daniel.

It's just long enough to clap someone else on the back--equally good looking, incredibly Italian, and slightly neater dressed than anyone else--and murmur a few things. He's up close so he can be heard through the music, bodies close as they talk. It only lasts for a split second before they break away from each other and the other guy disappears for a second. Teddy motions for Daniel to follow him, and they go towards a big steel keg on a stool.

"So--welcome to Delta Psi. The best fraternity, with the best president." His arms spread open. Ta-da! It's me.