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die for you | s

She wasn't sure there was a single thing she'd rather do than to pass out on the king-sized bed in the hotel room. It was easily one of the best ones they had stayed in that season. University budgets for women's sports weren't super big, but this was nice. Her roommate, Jordan, was putting on make-up and fixing her hair in the mirror beside the TV that was playing a football game between two PAC-12 teams.

"Jay, just know that I'm staying tonight. I don't even know how you have enough energy to think about partying. I guess, do what you want, just please don't bring a guy over."

The brunette woman laughed and let a curl fall down her back, rolling her eyes as she did it, "We just won, aren't you gonna celebrate? The whole team is going to a place downtown."

'I'm sorry, but I'm not going. I'm too tired. Anyway, does Coach know? Because she'd have your ass handed to you if she found out."

"As long as you keep your mouth shut, everyone's happy." Jordan started, finishing curling her hair and ruffling it up a bit, "And, plus, she can't touch me, did you see that kill? Better be thanking me."

She sighed, falling back onto the bed with a quiet groan, "Yeah, I guess you're right. It is a pretty big win. East Mich is a pretty needed win. If only your little boy-toy Cyrus was here." She teased.

"Shut up, you know that he's too caught up in himself to even look at me. And, he's transferring at the end of the semester. Speaking of which, I know what you're gonna do when I leave."

She just had to roll her eyes, knowing what she was going to say, "Absolutely not. I'd pass out if I did."

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. If I come back and you've brought a guy here, I'll definitely be traumatized."

"You don't have to worry about me," She got up out of her bed, "Go get drunk or whatever. Make sure to avoid the bar downstairs, I think Coach might be in there or something."

She actually didn't know that for a fact, since their volleyball coach was never one for drinking or doing anything other than watching film with the assistant. They were buzzkills when it came to away games.

"Thanks. You're the best, see you in the morning."

"Alright, don't have too much fun."

And with that, she was alone in the hotel room. She didn't even have her laptop to do school work on. The tired feeling she had disappeared as soon as she thought about showering. Surely a drink wouldn't hurt, right? If the rest of the team was going to get black-out drunk, she could sacrifice a few drinks downstairs. The bus ride back to campus wasn't even that far, maybe an hour or so drive. There wouldn't be a bus to take them back until two in the afternoon tomorrow, so she was free to do a lot of things for a little bit. A drink definitely wouldn't hurt.

She quickly showered, rinsing off the sweat and grime from the game a couple hours before. It was steaming and it helped her relax her growing sore muscles. Putting a cute red dress that went down to her mid-thigh and some make-up, she was set. Grabbing her fake ID, she wasn't twenty-one yet, only a couple more months until she could legally drink, she was out the door, putting the card to the room in her purse.

Her cravings for a late-night drink always crept around at that time.

Walking into the bar area of the hotel, she deeply sighed, seeing that it was a little empty. The lights overhead were dim and the place had a modern feel, with sharp angles and clean grey barstools. Booths surrounded the wall, room for a dance floor was in the middle. The place wasn't actually that empty, but it definitely wasn't a Friday night. It could be more full, she thought as she made her way to the bar.