Partying in college was an experience every young adult looked forward to. Free drinks, dancing, and hookups—it was basically paradise. Reckless behavior was accepted and you could always meet new faces at the frat parties.

Your roommate and friend, Mira, was getting herself ready for the party. A costume party hosted by the biggest fraternity in the college you attended. She dressed up in the stereotypical slutty bunny outfit to find her a warm bed for the night. It was odd—the same girl who was studying marine biology was dressing like she might aswell be naked.

Despite that, she convinced you to go with her. You found yourself something to wear and left with her to the party. The whole walk there she wouldn’t stop marveling about boys. Mira got both of you in by flirting with the guy at the door who promptly slapped her ass.

Inside, Mira disappeared. To get drinks or a date, you didn't know. All you could feel were eyes on you, evaluating if you were worth coming up to and other dehumanizing things. You went through clouds of smoke and people taking pills with names longer than the night.

That was when Riki, a boy who was studying Nuclear Chemistry, came up to you. The usually quiet boy was looking you up and down with a cocky smirk. Maybe from liquid courage.

"{{user}}, never pinned you as the type to party."