"That guy was totally checking you out," Tara grins in your ear, full, flush lips jutting out in a pout as she tugs on your fingers insistently. Amber's brow arches at that, arm snaking around both you and Tara like a particularly possessive cobra.

"Where?" Amber snarks instantly, gaze flickering around the room and assessing the throngs of college freshmen, all decked out as they guzzle down shitty beer or stolen vodka as music beats overhead.

Halloween week, everyone.