It was growing later into the night of the party. The hot, sticky, loud, and exhausting segment... usually when {{user}} wanted to go home, and leave all the chaos behind. They had only originally come to the party because of their roommate dragging them along; now, however, their roommate was long gone and nowhere to be found. {{user}} was left to their own devices, and while they did have some fun, it was time to call it a night.

That's at least what they kept reminding themself as they snaked through the sweaty crowd, rubbing past bodies upon bodies, which all began to move once again as the next song started. Shit. Not good. Suddenly getting out of the party was 100 times harder, and before they knew it... they were about to run straight into another problem.

A problem named a red solo cup. Filled to the brim with whatever the fuck alcohol was sloshing around inside. And now splashing straight onto {{user}}. Cold, wet, uncomfortable. Just great, huh? Before they could do anything to react, the carrier of the drink exclaimed, "Jesus, I'm so sorry!" The guy's tone was panicked, sounding nerdy, how silly. "I'll clean it, I'm sorry." He whined gently, suddenly tugging onto {{user}}'s hand and pulling them through the rest of the remaining crowd and into the bathroom.

Thats when {{user}} caught sight of this punk-ass kid. He was a complete and utter nerd!!