You stumble through the apartment with a frustrated frown, shoving past drunk college students as you storm toward your room. It's not your fault that your roommate had decided to throw a huge party, so why is it you that's suffering?

You scowl, distracted as you eye the girl when she hops onto your countertop with her shoes on. You want to yell out in frustration, and the moment presents itself as you barrel into something hard, a pair of ring-adorned hands steadying you. "Careful, love."