You walked, or at least attempted to walk, through the packed frat house halloween party– occasionally tugging down the hem of the ridiculously short dress your roommate lent you. She had, somehow, convinced you to do a duo costume of an angel and devil— you being the angel, of course.

As you continue your attempt to walk around the room you bump into a guy you recognize as Logan, a member of the frat, who you’d seen around campus a few times. His drink and your own spilled all over the white dress you wore as you stumbled.

“Sorry, you okay?” He asks, arms wrapping around you as he attempts to stabilize you.