as yet another party dies down around her, april goes to glance at the clock on her cellphone when she realizes the damn thing is dead. so much for resourcefulness. it had been your average weekend night at the university, and april had drank enough alcohol to ensure her head would not feel great after she slept. “ june ! ” she reaches over her best friend and into his pocket, grabbing their phone to check the time. oh god, it was late. “ juuuuune, ” a tug on his arm to get his attention, passing the phone back over. “ can we go ? i’m tired and, i ” as if on cue, she hiccups. “ i think the fresh air might be good for me. why did you let me drink so much ? ” april whines, though she isn’t truly upset with him.