Fitz, bad at waiting his turn but determined to be at least a halfway-decent party guest, is already restless. He's totes in the circle because he likes being high and not because he wants to do better in class, because he... totally doesn't care about that. Like, at all. "If I'm a jellyfish can someone put me in a tub for the night? Maybe turn down the lights and leave me a lava lamp." He requests, flopping out to stretch on his stomach instead. "Drying out's a total party foul."