As it turns out... they'd closed the coffee ship on campus the night of the host club; one of those little coincidences that he's quite sure isn't a coincidence at all.

Nevertheless, the man will do almost anything for a reasonable cup of coffee. But when he steps into the room, decorated with spring candy colors and filled with syringe-toting wait staff, he nearly turns around and walks right back out.

Then he sees the sweets buffet, and something pings to him. Host club. Big colorful event, plenty of people coming and going, plenty of candy around...

Shit. Anyone of the girls around here could have planted drugged candies in that buffet. Well, it could be a misplaced hunch, but it looks like he's sticking it out in bubblegum purgatory for a while. At least until he's sure nothing WEIRD is going on.

um... weirdER.