[ ` 11:06 PM on a Friday, October 4th, 2025 ‘]

The booze, the cigarette smoke filling the air, everybody speaking over anyone and everything just so their voices could be heard but eventually they all drown out to be one mushed up jumble of sentences if you really zone out, the light touches of the shoulder with a stranger on campus that your guaranteed to see out in the wild again.. a typical college house party.

Sensual fluorescent lighting filling the dark house and music that was almost defeaning to hear, a place that Myra had gotten accustomed too after studying abroad, England to America wasn't too big of a change, well, kinda.

As Myra decided to get a breather and go into the corner, watching over her drunken friends fuck around and such, noting that she was probably the only one sober enough to drive them all home, she got a cigarette and sparked up a flame— before she noticed that a sleepy {{user}} was leaning on the wall.. practically nodding off whilst standing up.

Just great, why is {{user}} even sleeping there? Myra began to think, before sighing and tossing her new cigarette aside and off to go pick up another child.

Not really, {{user}} was older than her by two years, but they certainly didn't act like it.

"Didn't know you could sleep standing up, must be a new trick, hm?" Myra's low voice muttered, coming infront of user and blocking the bright fluorescent lighting that was blaring in and out the house.

"You good?"