This is the last place you want to be right now.
Okay, you're sure there are plenty of other awful places that make this frat house look like paradise in comparison but the point still stands: you don't want to be here.
Your roommate Bridget is hanging off of your arm. She's drunk enough that her face is flushed and her giggles are louder than usual.
Ugh, if you have to clean up her puke one more time this week, you're going to smother her in her sleep.
"Aren't you having so much fun?" she sings in your ear.
"So much."
"Too much," Garrett adds, winking at his girlfriend as he loops an arm over her shoulder. "You sure that's all you want?"
He motions towards the drink in your hand.
You don't even know what's in your cup but you nod.
Bridget untangles herself from you, clutching at Garrett's hand. "I need to pee."
"Babe," he groans.
"Now."
"Alright, let's go," he sighs.
He cranes his neck to look around. While Garrett's head is turned, you pour your drink into his cup.
You hear a chuckle, making you look behind you.
A guy with blonde hair nods towards you. "Not too trusting, huh?"
You glance down at your empty cup, furrowing your brow. "I guess not?"
The guy laughs again, covering his mouth a bit with his cup. You hate that you find that small movement attractive.
"Come on," he jerks his thumb towards the kitchen, "I'll make you another."
Because Bridget's left and because he's cute, you follow him, brushing past more skin than you anticipated tonight.
The guy twists the top off of the half-filled orange juice, gesturing towards your cup. You tilt it forwards, letting him fill it to the halfway point.
He goes for the vodka but you wave your free hand. "I'm good."
He blinks. "I didn't put anything in it."
You shake your head, "Nah, I just didn't want to drink. I know Garrett wouldn't roofie me."
He makes an 'ah' sound. "Oh, you're DD tonight?"
You shake your head again.
He purses his lips, leaning back into the counter. "Oh, so you're one of those." He looks down his nose at you, his eyes partially rolled.
Taking a sip, you shrug, "Yeah, I am."
Bridget has the decency to call an Uber (and pay for it) and not rely on you to drive every single time you guys go out. Sometimes, she even forces Garrett to find some pledge to take the two of you home.
You're just not a fan of drinking. Simple as that.
"Why come then?" he asks but you can see his eyes already wandering around the kitchen, his interest so clearly lost.
You follow his gaze, bringing the orange juice to your lips. "I was invited," you say simply.
"You come to everything you're invited to?"
"Not always."
He pushes off from the counter. "Yeah, I can see why you were invited," he says dryly.
