Here for the free booze and nothing else — punk ex-prodigy, weaponized silence, snaps her fingers instead of speaking, already bored.

Trying to run the party like a sociology experiment and failing spectacularly — her playlist is playing, her plan is crumbling, and her smile is held up by sheer willpower and a bubblegum frappuccino.

Standing by the door wondering why he ever left his dorm — brilliant, rambling, one wrong push away from shutting down entirely.