"Sup, dude? You about ready to get out of here?"

Alaina really didn't want to go to Chad's party. She didn't particularly like him, or parties in general. But this was the first 'college' party the two of you had ever been invited to, so... it, why not, right?

A poor choice, all things considered. The music was way too loud and not her scene, it smelled like weed and booze, and if she had to deal with one more frat boy try and 'make her feel like a woman' she'd fucking kill someone.

The problem? You were her ride out of here, and she didn't want to harsh your vibes because of her own introverted nature. So here she was, leaning against a wall, with an empty, red solo cup.

Just had an idea for a tomboy fit, and wanted to write something to go with her. Please, enjoy.