The sound of Marimba fills the room.
"Hello?" I answer my phone without looking to see who is calling.
"Dude open your door," I recognize the voice as Dan's and get up out of my desk chair and follow his orders.
"You're seriously wearing that?" is the first thing he says to me. I'm confused.
"Yes I am, why are you commenting on my pajamas?"
"We are going to a frat party and you are wearing sweatpants and a boring white t-shirt. Don't you want to impress Becca, let alone other members of the opposite gender? I mean when's the last time you've actually had a girlfriend?"
He was right about the girlfriend part. I hadn't been in a serious relationship since I was back in Ireland. I just wanted to focus on schoolwork, I didn't need all the girl drama, and, quite frankly, I hadn't met anyone yet here that I wanted to become more than friends with.
"Wait, who said I was actually going to that party?"
"Me, now put this on," he pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a white shirt that had 'poison' printed upside down on it.
"How is this any better than what I already have on?"
"Its saying, 'it doesn't look like I'm trying, but I am,'"
"I think we should weigh the pros and the cons of this situation," I say. I just don't feel like going out and being around people.
"Ok. Pros: you go. You meet a hot chick and end up in an empty bedroom all to yourselves," I shake my head, "what are you gay or something? Then maybe a hot guy-"
"No!" I nearly screech, "that is not what I meant. Con: going and ending up getting in trouble, or having someone slip something into my drink, or getting into the middle of a fight that I have no business being in."
"You need to loosen up. Now come on and change. I'm gonna go take a piss and when I get back you better be dressed." He then walks down the mini hallway to the bathroom. For a minute I worry Zayn, my roommate, will be in there, but then I remember that he is missing yet again.
I finally give in, knowing no matter what, Dan will make me go to this party. Who knows, maybe something cool will happen. I am just making one promise: I will not get drunk. Maybe a drink or two, if any. A hangover is definitely not something I need tomorrow.
Being from Ireland, of course I love me a good pint. But I didn't want to ruin my future, so I have tried my best to stay sober. Let me tell you, though, being 21 in America, it is very tempting to have drink after drink after drink.
I am pulling my shirt over my head as Dan walks out of the bathroom.
"Ready?" He asks. I nod and grab a piece of gum, my room keys, and my phone before following him out the door.
"Uh oh," I say as I look at my phone. "Only 10% left."
"You'll be fine, I'm sure someone will have a phone if you need to use one, which you probably won't."
"Yeah ok." We walk in silence for a few minutes and then I ask, "Do you even know where you are going?"
"Yes, its the huge ass house on Langdon Street."
"Oh yeah, so we're almost there," sure enough, as if on cue, I hear a holler coming from not too far away.
"Yep," Dan said. We turned the corner and then we could see the glowing frat house.
"Let's meet up at midnight in the backyard, then we can walk home together, or just to check in and we'll stay a little longer." Dan says and he takes off into the house.
