Andrea must celebrate!

Paige burst into the dorm room with a cheer. Andrea, who was on her bed reading a book, flinched as Paige erupted into the room.

"WOO! I passed creative writing!" Paige exclaimed.

"Great job." Andrea said, rolling her eyes.

"And I checked for you too roomie: you got a 100 percent!" Paige exclaimed.

"Oh, that is good news!" Andrea rose and put down her book. She wanted to be a writer, and this validated her abilities.

"Alright, we both made it through another semester, and we're celebrating!" Paige went to her bedside and opened a drawer. She pulled out a bottle of tequila and a vape pen.

"Oh, I don't know..." Andrea said.

She was so reserved that the idea of losing control both scared and intrigued her. She avoided getting intoxicated for that reason, because she was prone to losing control and regretting things.

"Andrea, you want to be a great writer, right?" Paige said.

"Well, yeah..."

"Then you have to get out there and live!" Paige exclaimed. "Like Bukoswski, Hemmingway, Hunter S. Thompson! You'll never write a great book unless you have experiences!"

"That... that is true..." Andrea considered, will weakening. She had writer's block on her novel, maybe mixing it up would help.

"So come on!" Paige exclaimed, uncorking the bottle and taking a long pull she followed with a chug off the bottle. "Let's have some god damn fun!"

She offered the bottle to Andrea.

"...Okay!" Andrea said, giving in. She took the bottle and took a pug off it as Paige whooped excitedly...