who: @montyrichler when: jan 27, the bday party where: the dean's house
Mari was well on her way to getting blacked out, the party a full culmination of years of desire to just say fuck it. Would they be expelled if they were caught? Possibly. Were they infringing on a crime scene? Who fucking knew. All she knew was that she was drinking the way she had so desired to during so many soirees in this very house, touted around by her father all while he was a fucking liar. And that, even though it was still relatively early in the night, she was drunk - and her drink was now empty. Two things that were most likely related.
Slipping through the crowd without quite making direct eye contact with anyone, Mari made her way back towards the kitchen where they had set up drinks, stumbling over the threshold and catching herself with a slight shake of her head as she straightened upright, only for her eyes to land on none other than her beloved ex-boyfriend, standing exactly where she had wanted to be. "Don't start with me tonight," Mari said, palm held up facing Monty, not even giving him a chance to say anything. "Consider it a birthday present," she suggested as she side stepped around him, reaching for another drink.