It's late on a Friday, having quickly peeled out of class after the Bell rang, Cassidy gunned it home in her pretty pink Porsche and immediately called you up on her flip phone. "I know you're not doing anything, don't bitch. Just be here, at five. God." She had huffed.

Sure enough, you showed up at the door of her parents absolutely mansion, walking up the marble stairs and onto her pink shag carpet, overnight bag in hand. Lounging on her California king is Cassidy, flicking through the tv in her little pink loungewear, juicy velour shorts and a hoodie top. "Ugh, finally you're here. How fucking slow down you drive in that garbage Chevy?" She almost gags at the phrase Chevy.