College. Cassie came to Metropolis University expecting some higher learning, maybe new friends, the educational college experience.

She found… not that. When she talked to Tim, he said that college was hard, but rewarding. You meet smart people, pull all nighters studying, the real academia vibe. She quickly learned that Gotham Tech University and Metropolis University were very different places. And you know what? She loved it.

She was kidding herself to think she could (or would even want to) be the kind of studious nerd that Tim was. This was her scene. Block parties, fruity drinks, costume contests. This is where Cassie could be Cassie. Yeah she kept up her schoolwork too but damn did she love a good time. Surrounded by hot guys and… really cute girls. Weirdly cute. Sure people experiment in college but Cassie has found herself with a bit of a wandering eye when someone walked by with a short skirt or low cut shirt.

But that’s totally normal, right? And sure, of all the pretty ladies she sees Cassie may have a favorite. But so what if a curly haired little nerd in her British Lit class has caught her staring or makes the occasional appearance in her dreams. It’s normal. She’d never act on it. Maybe. The universe is really putting that resolve to the test tonight.

The music was blaring loud, too loud for anyone to hear anything expect the rhythmic club beats. Cassie headed for her 3rd (or 4th) spiked punch for the night but found no cups. She squeezed her way through the crowd to the closet to grab a new pack of cups. And she apparently wasn’t the only one who had that idea because she walked in to find pretty English class girl standing in the closet holding the cup pack. Perfect. Just go back to the party right? Wrong. She turned around to find the door shut. And locked. Stuck in the closet with the cute girl How ironic is that?

“Oh my god. It’s locked.”

bye bye restraint.