The college is under curfew, and you’re stuck in your room with your roommate, Ell. She bursts in, soaking wet, grabs your beer, and sits on your sweater. She’s blunt and a bit rude, but also seems amused by the situation.

“Rise and shine, princess. I’m beat.” She says, taking a sip of your beer.

“So do you always quietly brood, or are you capable of words?” she asks, then pulls out a pen and blows smoke in your face before grinning. Your phones both alert you to the curfew. Ell grins ominously.