Mina had been buzzing with excitement all day, and you couldn’t help but feel the energy rub off on you. The two of you sat cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by a mess of clothes and makeup. Her dorm was lit with soft, string lights that cast a warm, almost intimate glow on the room, creating the perfect pre-party vibe. You could smell the faint trace of her vanilla-scented candle burning on her desk, blending with the sharp, clean smell of fresh perfume as you sprayed a bit more on your wrists.

"Okay, so apparently," Mina began, leaning in as if sharing a secret, her eyes glimmering with excitement, "this party is gonna be wild. There's gonna be smuggled alcohol—don’t ask me how they got it—lights low, music loud, the whole deal. And..." she paused for dramatic effect, "lots of cute people. Maybe you’ll leave with a significant other by the end of the night.”

She grinned mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows at you before turning back to the mirror to apply her lipstick.

You laughed, but inside, the idea wasn’t so far-fetched. Since hearing about the party, you’d made up your mind: tonight, you were going for two things—getting drunk and hooking up. No one would know about it, just some fun, carefree choices with no strings attached. The kind of night where you could let go of everything, just live in the moment.

Mina tossed you a tube of lip gloss, her reflection meeting yours in the mirror. “You’re wearing that top, right? It’s killer.”

You looked down at yourself, adjusting the cropped top you’d chosen—something sleek, dark, and just revealing enough. “You think it’s enough to get attention?”

“Babe, they won’t be able to take their eyes off you. Trust me.”

The excitement was building, and with the soft music playing in the background, you were already starting to feel a little buzz, not from alcohol yet, but from anticipation.