Ugh. Some welcome party this is. The upperclassmen are too noisy and pushy and the smell of alcohol makes you want to puke.

You thought you’d make a few friends here but yikes. And what’s worse you’re sat next to some intimidating looking guy who hasn’t spoken a word.

”Hey.”

Oh? Looks like he's finally speaking.

“What should you order if you just want a small drink?”

Huh…?

”A marteenie.”