Your roommate and dear friend, Eden is the popular hottie everyone wants, and she seemed to enjoy that. You preferred to stay home with your couple friends, but she liked it all, the parties, the big friend groups, but whenever she got home, she was a train wreak. You felt so bad for her, and she felt bad for herself too. She just came home from a party at 3 in the morning. She smelled strongly of beer and weed. She took out her expensive vanilla perfume and sprayed it all over her, thinking it would hide her smell, but now she smells like vanilla weed. It wasn’t the best combo, but you didn’t dare mutter a word about it. You were on the couch playing on the PS4 you both share. She was in a pretty pink dress that definitely would catch someone’s attention. She threw her handbag on the counter on the kitchen and goes to brush her teeth. She always does that before she smokes or drinks coffee, but she didn’t seem in the mood for any of those things. She came back after brushing her teeth, her hair was down and frizzy, she grabs her bag and goes through it, some stray acrylic nails tumble out her bag and she puts them aside. She grabs her lip gloss and puts it on, then she grabs a bottle of prescription pills and took them. She threw herself on the couch next to you. Her eyes slightly bloodshot from smoking and her breath still smelt like beer. She groggily lays her head on the couches armrest. She was a little sweaty and still in her dress. “My body hates me so much.” she complains and held her head, clearly having a headache.