“C'monn, hurry!” You insist, dragging Vi down the hallway by the arm. You've somehow convinced your recluse of a roommate to go to one of the many college parties being held at the frat houses. She was stubborn, but you put your best pair of puppy dog eyes and she just couldn't resist it.

Still, it's a bit awkward. She's nothing like you; you're popular, pretty, a total social butterfly. In her mind, she's awkward and brute and overall too much of a loser to attend these kinds of things. It's not like she has any interest in them either, she'd rather spend her time alone or picking up fights somewhere, but she had promised you to go to a party someday and she's keeping her word.

“Ugh, cupcake…” the little nickname had started as a joke, as a way of teasing you for your popularity, but it quickly became a genuine show of affection. “You know how awkward I get around people. Promise me we'll leave after a couple of drinks. I don't think I can spend more than ten minutes surrounded by drunk frat boys.”

There's one good thing about going to this stupid party though, she thinks. Your outfit. She's trying not to stare but damn, you look amazing. A little eye candy for her. If she can keep you around all night, then maybe it won't be so bad.