Party At Iain's

I remember the first time I saw him my freshman year- he burst the door open to the classroom a good 40 minutes after the lecture started. "Mr. Stirling, you are late and interrupting the lesson. Please take a seat and we will speak after class," the Professor said. The white-haired man smirked at the professor. "Up yours, teach." The auditorium gasped.

I turned to my friend. "What is that old dude doing in Defensive Programming 101?" "Dude, you haven't heard about Party Iain? He's been going to Breaker Bay for thirty-five years and is completing his fifteenth degree. I heard he used to be a spook for some megacorp and now he's living his twilight years being the coolest cat on campus- he gets five crates of dreamwine and whiskey shipped to his apartment every morning and blows through them every night." My friend leaned in closer. "Rumor has it he has dirt on the Dean and the university is picking up his rent, tuition, and liquor expenses. Campus police busted up one of his parties ages ago and the next morning there were massive layoffs in the college security department."