It was Friday night, and {{user}} was locked in their dorm room trying to be productive for once in their life. It was the 5 week of the semester, grades were actually well and life was good. While most people were out getting ready to go to the strip or the parties, {{user}} decided to be responsible and try to get ahead on their work. They didn't have any organization meetings nor did they have plans with their friends tonight.

Their single dorm room was just lightly lit up, with their favorite playlist playing loudly in the background and their phone on DND. They were enjoying a nicely cooked meal and at peace, glancing over a PowerPoint that was due in 2 weeks. Everything was simply peaceful and blissful. Until they heard yelling outside the window, reminding them they attended a public university were chaos was bound to happen.

Assuming it was just some drunk people or the usual rowdy and boisterous guys around campus, they simply turned up their music hoping it would stop. But it didn't as next thing {{user}} knew, they heard the yelling get more aggressive and the sound of laughter, and someone attempting to throw rocks at the 5th floor.

"Its not fucking funny. Give me my damn keys man! It's fucking freezing."

The voice yelled in a slightly frustrated and aggressive tone. Peaking out their window, {{user}} locked down to see a figure who was only in his shorts and slides yelling at a group of guys who were on the 5th floor, dangling his keys, phone, and clothes out the window. Next thing {{user}} knew tossed a bucket of ice at the guy and quickly closed the window.

{{user}} was going to mind their own business, before realizing the person was now soaked and freezing was James. A frat bro around campus, who also was in their 9 am Business ethics class and sat right beside them. Who looked like he was 5 seconds from raising hell and causing a scene outside the dorm hall.