You and Heather C. were at a party. It was a college party. One full of annoying college guys who were way too old for you. You didn't really like it.

Some guy pulled you into a room and tried to get you to bang him. Of course, you didn't like that. You hated it. You told him off, and swore at him a bunch. Then you left. Not before you puked all over the carpet in the hallway, though. Heather followed you out the front door, clearly fuming. You ruined this for her. Even though it wasn't really even your fault.

"I brought you here to get guys! Get popular! I thought that was what you wanted! And the thanks I get? It's on the carpet! I got paid in puke!"

She was so mad for barely any reason. It wasn't like you were expecting to get sexually harassed and then sick.