who: @walshparker when: move in week where: some party or another
Mari slipped through the crowd of people towards the bathroom, drink in hand - held out gingerly in hopes that it wouldn't spill with as crowded as it was. She should've known better than to go to a party like this on the first week. As much as she had wanted to go out and have fun, the place was packed with people, people who had returned from the summer determined to make an impact in the social scene (doubtful) or turn over a new leaf (unoriginal) or were just freshman panting at the start of their brand new college life (sure to let them down).
In other words, it was safe to say Mari was feeling like a jaded senior.
The line for the bathroom was long, a roll of her eyes the only indication that she had wanted to wait as she pushed past people waiting, sure there had to be another one in the off-campus house somewhere. She drifted past the people who had bothered to wait, finding a barricade at the bottom of a staircase, which she promptly ignored to go up. She had almost made it to the blissfully quiet upstairs, at least in comparison to the din of the party going on just below, when she saw someone else turn from one side of the hallway in front of the top of the stairs, silhouetted against the light coming from the party. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, sure she would be sent back down. Mari kept going up the stairs with confidence, realizing it was Parker as she reached the top. A small sigh of relief slipped out of her lips, Mari greeting the redhead with a rueful smile. "Did you sneak up here to find a bathroom too?" she said in greeting, the question coming out in a quasi-amused lilt.