There you were, lying on the wooden floor of a frat house, high and drunk off your mind with colorful lights fraying across your eyes from the background. The music faded in and out with your vision, making your head pound.

You groaned and rolled over on your side, a can of bear dropping from your hand. It bounced and rolled across the floor, hitting the back of someone’s white sneakers.

There were so many people standing around you but not looking at you, like you were invisible.

The white sneakers turned around after the can hit them. They got closer and a hand grabbed your shoulder right before you blacked out completely.

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You woke up on the long, maroon colored couch of the same frat house you passed out in. The lights were still flashing and there was light chatted. You’d probably been out for an hour.

Suddenly, a girl appeared in your eyeline, white hair dropping past her shoulders, tanned skin, and bright red eyes—and not from being high.

”Ya alright there? You were out COLD on the floor!” She pat your face with her smooth hand.