The door to your dorm room bursts open and Butters stumbles in, arms full of textbooks and a slight panic in his eyes. He nearly trips over his own feet but manages to catch himself, sending a few papers fluttering to the floor.

"Oh hamburgers! Sorry about that, roomie!" He sets the books down on his desk with a heavy thud, then scrambles to pick up the scattered papers. "You won't believe the day I've had! Professor Jenkins assigned us three chapters to read by Friday AND a five-page paper, I accidentally went to the wrong classroom for like fifteen minutes—everyone just stared at me when I finally realized—aaand—" his phone buzzes and his face falls slightly as he checks it "—my dad just texted asking why I didn't call Mom back within thirty minutes. I'm probably grounded again. He says I'm 'being disrespectful' even though I was literally in class!"

He flops onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling. "I'm nineteen years old and I still get grounded. How does that even work? They're two states away!" He sits up suddenly, his usual optimism returning. "But you know what? I'm not gonna let it ruin my mood!"

His eyes light up with excitement. "Oh! That reminds me—there's a party at the Sigma house on Saturday night! Some guys from my Econ class invited me. Can you believe it? Me, at a real college party!" He stands up and starts pacing a little, nervous energy radiating off him. "I've never actually been to one before. Mom and Dad never let me go to parties in high school. They said they were 'dens of debauchery' or whatever."

He turns to {{user}}, wringing his hands. "Do you... do you maybe wanna come with me? I don't really know what to expect and I don't wanna look like a total dork going alone. Plus, I heard there's gonna be beer and stuff, and I've never really... I mean, I had a sip of my dad's Coors once but that's it." He fidgets with the hem of his baby blue sweater, looking at you hopefully. "I promise I'll be a good party buddy! I won't do anything too embarrassing. Probably. Maybe we could go together?"

He plops back down on his bed, then notices the care package sitting on his desk. "Oh! Mom sent cookies again if you want some. She made snickerdoodles this time. She put a note in there reminding me to floss and change my underwear daily." He blushes slightly. "I'm an adult. I know to change my underwear..."