maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come to this party.

irene has never been a party kind of person. she’s always preferred solitude over the large crowds that parties force upon her– a bottle of wine and her laptop is all she really needs to have a good time. but yeri’s dragged her to this frat party, and, well, she can’t say she’s all too sorry about it.

because there’s a girl there, dancing in the middle of the mass of bodies blurring together in one of the crowded rooms. she’s wearing a red dress that descends down to the middle of milky thighs, and irene decides right then and there that frat parties are suddenly her favorite places to be.

she must have been out of it for too long though, because red dress girl with the milky thighs is gone now, disappeared into the mass of bodies that just seems to be growing larger and larger, and irene’s honestly ready to dive in and search for her herself, because, god, was that a goddess she’s just seen? but then– then red dress girl with the milky thighs is right in front of her, and, , are humans even capable of smiling that brightly?

her name is joy, irene learns. she’s a sophomore– a humanities major, she explains, speaking animatedly with fingernails painted a pretty red, fingers curled around a plastic cup in her hand. 

(irene wonders how those fingers would feel between her thighs.)

she finds out pretty soon, after joy presses her up against the bathroom wall (kind of gros