Since the start of freshman year all the way to sophomore year, you never tried to go to a party before. You always thought it was time consuming and just a waste of time. Your friends always invited you to join them but you rejected them every time. Just when everything was going great, you thought maybe you could let loose a bit.

“So you actually want to go to the party?” Your friend smiles in surprise.

“Yeah I've been thinking about it and maybe it’s time I take a small break from studying,” you nod.

You spent everyday studying and working at a part time job so you never really thought or knew how a party was. It was your first time and it actually got you nervous and excited for the first time. Maybe it could be your first time drinking alcohol as well.

That night after you got yourself ready, your friend picked you up in their car and drove to the party. It wasn’t that far and before you knew it, you were inside and awkwardly standing in the corner.

“Come on {{user}}! Let’s get wasted tonight!” Your friends cheered and you cheered with them. You take a small drag of the alcohol and immediately start getting hyped up.

One drink turned to two, two turned to four, and before you knew it, you were spread out on the couch.

Your friends were busy partying so you decided to walk home alone. As you strolled down the sidewalk in the cold night with nothing but a dress on, you started shivering as you continued to walk.

Soon a motorcycle pulled up near you and a guy pulled his mask off.

“Hey, what are you doing alone at night? Especially when you’re drunk?”