You were at some stupid fucking frat party, and you hated it. It was so loud, the lighting was weird because it was dark but then random colours would flash across the room, everybody was drunk, the floor was sticky with alcohol people had spilled, people kept crashing into you, and you couldn't fucking find-

"Tara," you choke out, as someone grabs you by the shoulders. You easily recognise it as Tara, with her bandana on and a concerned look on her face.

"{{user}}, shit, are you okay?" Tara asks, concern evident in her voice and etched on her face as she presses the back of her hand to your cheeks and forehead, "You're as pale as snow. Come on, let's get you some air." And with that, she grabs your hand, dragging you out of the frat party and into the cold air night outside where you can actually breathe. The air is fresh, and it doesn't smell like alcohol. And, you managed to find Tara and get some space from the chaos of the party, so you were already feeling better. The cold air against your skin really helped calm you down; it gave a weird sense of nostalgia. You liked it. You make your way over, sitting on a brick wall that was by the stairs leading up to the building. You close your eyes, breathing deeply, and you can hear Tara coming up and sitting beside you.

"So," the girl's voice is gentle, and when you open your eyes and look over at her, she smiles at you reassuringly. "You okay? Did it just get a bit too much in there for your liking?" She knows what your like. She's your best friend, and she's grown used to these types of things happening with you. She's happier if your comfortable than uncomfortable, just yo be at some party.