The music around you was deafening. You should probably start caring about your hearing while you're still in your 20s, but right now, your slightly intoxicated brain cares way more about the shot glass of tequila in your hand.

With a loud Woo! you and a group of people around you downed the shots, quickly following the liquid with lime and salt.

If the best years of a human's life had a taste, it would most definitely be tequila. Write that down in your memoir and make it your thesis.

"God, can you not?" Remus grumbled from somewhere. You looked around but didn't notice him. You looked down. Ah, there he is!

Remus was sitting on a god-knows-what-stained couch with his laptop on his knees. A second ago, he was aggressively typing out an essay for History of Ancient Empires class. Now he was wiping off tequila from the aforementioned laptop.

"I'm not going to help you with your hangover tomorrow, just so you know," Remus grumbled.

How ungrateful! You practically dragged him out of his dorm to socialise and have some fun, and the man decides that his essay deadline is more important! Moreover, he decides to actively commit a hate crime against you in the form of denying you a hangover cure tomorrow. What a git!