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Apr. 10th, 2018 02:43 pm[Nikki'd like to say this isn't her scene. That she's above parties with loud music, half the football team, and way too much forced laughing.
She'd like to say that, but the weed is amazing, and really, these guys aren't too bad once you get to know them. One of them had even laughed at her joke about file structure. Or, much more likely, the weed had kicked in. Still. She guesses anyone's worth hanging out with if you're both high.]
[Not that she's been hitting it that hard. If she gets too high, she might hang out here too long and miss out on homework - or worse, forget to watch the latest episodes of her shows before bed. What would she even be paying for a crunchyroll subscription for, in that case?
... Still, even if she does it in moderation, the frat's already starting to reek of weed. She's pretty sure she's getting higher just from the second-hand smoke. It isn't a bad feeling, though - kind of blissful. Serene. The booze is probably helping with that, mind. She's always been a peaceful drunk, ever since her brother helped her sneak a sip of white wine and she promptly fell asleep.
But even if she drank seven more cans of beer, she wouldn't fall asleep. Everything's too - high energy. She thinks she catches a guy staring at her, out of the corner of her eye. Is he going to come over and hit on her? Ugh. Most of the frat guys have better things to do than chase a girl like her, but apparently, he's desperate. Or just horny. Maybe he thinks she'll be easy.
She glances around, tries to find the friend she came with, her roommate - she could help her shoot him down. And, well, she finds her, but she's wrapping her arms around some tall guy from her humanities course and wow, she'd thought her roommate was gay for the past seven months. Guess that's another thing she has to learn about college, sexuality is pretty fluid both ways.
And also that she's alone and there's a man coming up on her and he's clearly eyeing her up. She's short, a little Asian (Korean on her mom's side, not that she expects any frat guy to not be a weirdo about it), and - well, thick's the word people use these days and it's kind of nice, when she's thinking about it in the abstract and not dreading the thought of a guy actually saying that to her, in real life.]
H, hey. [Play it cool, Nikki. Please. She glances up at him, out of the corner of her eye, then ducks her eyes back down to her drink.]
Just, uh, enjoying the atmosphere. Don't mind me.
She'd like to say that, but the weed is amazing, and really, these guys aren't too bad once you get to know them. One of them had even laughed at her joke about file structure. Or, much more likely, the weed had kicked in. Still. She guesses anyone's worth hanging out with if you're both high.]
[Not that she's been hitting it that hard. If she gets too high, she might hang out here too long and miss out on homework - or worse, forget to watch the latest episodes of her shows before bed. What would she even be paying for a crunchyroll subscription for, in that case?
... Still, even if she does it in moderation, the frat's already starting to reek of weed. She's pretty sure she's getting higher just from the second-hand smoke. It isn't a bad feeling, though - kind of blissful. Serene. The booze is probably helping with that, mind. She's always been a peaceful drunk, ever since her brother helped her sneak a sip of white wine and she promptly fell asleep.
But even if she drank seven more cans of beer, she wouldn't fall asleep. Everything's too - high energy. She thinks she catches a guy staring at her, out of the corner of her eye. Is he going to come over and hit on her? Ugh. Most of the frat guys have better things to do than chase a girl like her, but apparently, he's desperate. Or just horny. Maybe he thinks she'll be easy.
She glances around, tries to find the friend she came with, her roommate - she could help her shoot him down. And, well, she finds her, but she's wrapping her arms around some tall guy from her humanities course and wow, she'd thought her roommate was gay for the past seven months. Guess that's another thing she has to learn about college, sexuality is pretty fluid both ways.
And also that she's alone and there's a man coming up on her and he's clearly eyeing her up. She's short, a little Asian (Korean on her mom's side, not that she expects any frat guy to not be a weirdo about it), and - well, thick's the word people use these days and it's kind of nice, when she's thinking about it in the abstract and not dreading the thought of a guy actually saying that to her, in real life.]
H, hey. [Play it cool, Nikki. Please. She glances up at him, out of the corner of her eye, then ducks her eyes back down to her drink.]
Just, uh, enjoying the atmosphere. Don't mind me.
