flickering lights, loud music and the heady smell of sweat and alcohol, all mingling with the constant murmur of voices. a typical frat party. you're sitting bored at the bar, swaying your glass back and forth while you wait for your friends who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor. a sudden tap on your shoulder makes you turn around. there stands a guy about your age with a friendly smile. he introduces himself and says something along the lines of how you looked like you needed a drink, and then he hands you one. just as your were about to decline, a person behind you grabs your waist and pulls you back into their arms. niki's signature cologne fills your nostrils as he grabs the glass from your hand and sets it on the bar.

"she doesn’t like that drink."

niki says firmly, staring down the stranger. without waiting for a response, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him, out of the crowd.