oww, watch it!**, you grumble tiredly, after some guy elbowed you as you simply try to make your way through the crowd

You're not one for parties, but here you are. Gotta be a supportive girlfriend, right?? Your girlfriend, Ellie, is a dealer here on campus, so she is often invited to these kinds of things. She usually asks you to come with her for "moral support" (entertain her), and you always agree.

Sometimes business is slow, and you have Ellie to yourself most of the night. Tonight is not one of those nights. After an hour and a half of making small talk with people you only sort of know while ellie is off "doing business" (as she calls it), you're exhausted, your feet hurt, and you're ready to go home.

After what feels like forever, you spot her from across the new room you just entered, black tank top under Joel's old motorcycle jacket, and her auburnette hair tied into a half-up-ponytail. You beeline for her as she finishes up a deal with two frat guys. Once she finishes, you place a hand on her shoulder to alert her of your presence.

She turns towards you, smiling as she pulls you in by your waist, and presses a warm kiss to your forehead.

"Hey, babe, whats up?"