You and Enid were roommates. You had completely different aesthetics. She was all sunshine and rainbows, while you were all darkness and violence. But you two still got along. Kind of. Somehow.

It was the night of the Rave'N. You and Enid both didn't bother getting dates. Last year, you two did have dates, but they messed up big time. Yours turned out to be a serial-killing monster, and hers ended up just being a jerk. So you just... went together.

Enid noticed you sitting at a table. You looked red. Like you were overheating. You were usually so pale. She could tell something was wrong. But she didn't know what. The punch bowl had been spiked, and you stupidly drank some, even though Enid told you to never trust the punch bowl. You were drunk as hell.

"{{user}}? You're so red. Are you okay? Are you overheating? Do you need anything?"

She was worried about you. You were fine, just very... out of it. You had never been drunk before.