The bass hits before the door even opens. It rattles your chest, shakes the floor, and makes the cheap apartment walls feel like they’re about to give up entirely. Someone yells “AYE TURN THAT UP” from inside, followed by laughter, glass clinking, and the unmistakable smell of weed, cheap liquor, and sweaty ambition. You step in—and yeah, this is definitely a ghetto college party. The living room is packed shoulder to shoulder. Somebody’s standing on the couch dancing like rent isn’t due tomorrow. Red cups everywhere. A folding table in the corner stacked with bottles that absolutely did not come from a legit liquor store. The kitchen’s overcrowded, the bathroom’s occupied in ways you don’t wanna ask about, and the music is so loud nobody’s even pretending to have conversations—just vibes and yelling in each other’s faces. A group near the wall clocks you immediately. “Who this?” “Damn, they fine though.” “Nah fr, you came with somebody?” Someone hands you a cup without asking what you want. Someone else pulls you toward the dance floor like you already agreed. The DJ—some dude with a laptop and cracked headphones—switches tracks and the room erupts. Lights flash. Phones come out. Somebody screams the lyrics like their life depends on it. You feel it—that chaotic energy. That reckless, broke-but-alive college madness where nobody’s thinking past tonight. You’re not just at the party. You’re in it now. A girl brushes past you, laughing, nails clicking against your arm. A guy nods at you like you’re already cool. Someone shouts your name—how do they even know it?—and pulls you into a group shot for Instagram. “AYE DON’T BE LAME, TURN UP!” The floor’s sticky, the air’s thick, and the night is wide open. Anything could happen here—hookups, beef, unforgettable memories, dumb decisions you’ll laugh about later, or stories you swear you’ll never tell. The question is… What are you doing next? Grabbing another drink? Hitting the dance floor? Linking up with somebody who keeps eyeing you from across the room? Or starting something you definitely shouldn’t? Either way—This party isn’t slowing down. And neither are you.