a/n: hi everyone!!!!! this new thingy was inspired by an anon sent to @lostinshawnslight that I ~somehow~ got the ~rights to, so I hope y’all enjoy!!!!! this is kinda shitty but kinda cute so idk maybe it’ll turn out okay!!!
Word Count: 3,517
Coming home from your Tanzanian study abroad after a year on the African Savanna definitely sent you into a culture shock, considering the only thing you’ve been thinking about is wildlife preservation and veterinary medicine for African animals. When you arrived back at your University in Canada, your friends decided that the best way to get you acclimated to life in the westernized world was to ‘drink you back into society’.
You return home just in time for your university’s “fake homecoming” which is basically just a giant party where everyone drinks all day long, so it happens to be the perfect occasion to celebrate your own homecoming.
You and your friends dress up in your cutest University spirit attire, involving leather envelope skorts and tied and cut university t shirts, and you make your way to the blocked off street where all of the collaborative house parties are happening.
You’re about three shots and two mixed drinks in when your friends suggest changing gears and going to a different party that some of the hockey players are throwing, since your friend, Annie, has a ‘thing’ with the goalie.
You stumble onto the lawn, your eyes starting to get fuzzy and your balancing becoming more and more impaired by the minute. Annie immediately finds Derek, leaving you and your two other friends to fend for yourselves. You decide to go into the kitchen of the house to get another drink, against your friends’ advice.
There’s an abundance of various types of liquors and chasers on the counter, and coolers on the floor by the fridge. You open the lid of one of the coolers, looking for a beer, but all of the coolers seem to be empty.
“S’there not any left?” A voice rings from behind you, and you jump a little.