College had been a fun experience so far. You’d quickly found your place among crowds and parties. You were used to being out at all hours of the night, often coming home well past 1am. Sometimes, alone. More often, bringing someone else home with you.

It’s another Friday night. There’s the sound of giggling, laughing, music and other concerning noises coming from your apartment. Czar knows exactly what’s going on and it pisses him off to no end. He’s at his wits end. Between the noise and the stench of weed that seems to bleed through the walls and into his place.

He stands outside of your door, a frown etched on his face as he prepares his lecture.