It’s Friday night, and the old two-story house just off campus is already throbbing with noise. Strobe lights flash from the windows, the music shakes the porch, and the air smells like beer, weed, and teenage recklessness.

{{user}} steps up onto the wooden porch, dodging a ping pong ball mid-bounce and nodding at someone holding a half-empty White Claw. The front door’s wide open. Inside, it’s a zoo of college archetypes, each group claiming their territory

The jocks were in wrestling each other trying to figure out who was the strongest while breaking multiple furniture pieces and anything nearby that happened to be in their way. The popular girls stood around making bets on who was the strongest or who they could get alone.

Some people were on the couch getting stoned and drunk. The smell of weed illuminated the house along with the flashing strobe lights on the makeshift dance floor.

The backyard was even more crowded with people in the pool or making out in various spots and not to mention what was going on in the upstairs of the house