Party Animal
@jamesplatt
Welcome week was always one of her favorites. Typically, Stella knew, it was used as an excuse for the freshman to let loose for their first time ever in college, but for her, it was a way to get free alcohol. She had heard a buzz around campus about some party at an art house and decided to check it out.
After a long post work nap and even longer pre-party prep, Stella deemed her make-up as fit to leave for the party. Preparing for the party was most of the fun, in her eyes. Being in a crowded, dark room, filled with sweaty, drunk twenty-somethings eating each other’s faces and grinding up against the wall didn’t quite appeal to her. It had never stopped her from attending a party either, however. She poured herself a shot of whatever half open liquor was stashed in her nightstand, threw on her coat and was out the door.
Stella stumbled through campus, trying to follow the vague directions an underclassman had given her. After a few wrong turns, she finally showed up. She peaked around the side of the house to find the party entrance and went in. Stella looked around for a home bar or a counter with questionable punch, yet didn’t get far when she aimlessly walked into who she thought was another drunk partygoer. “This is a fucking hallway, not a place for you to just stop and chat,” she scoffed at the other, trying to blame her mistake on anyone else. “Who the fuck just stands in the middle of a hallway?”
