Your phone vibrates.

You're busy picking at some of the solid refreshments in hopes of slowing down the progress of your drunkenness when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You check and see you've missed a few notices.

Facebook: Kevin's pseudonym has accepted your friend request, already.

You turn and politely wave to Kevin, who reciprocates with a big bleached smile while he converses with a group of news people he's moved over to.

On to texts, you've got a few new ones.

Trevor: [“Hey baby, you wanna...”]
You wonder what kind of can of worms looking at this text will open. It doesn't look like it's a professional request for your resume.__

Dex (2): [“Hi! Did I see you're...”]
Ugh, literally the worst date you've ever been on, earlier in the week. You weren't expecting to ever have contact with the awkward dance student ever again. You decided his body wasn't worth your effort.__

Jeff (3): [“Today in the gym I...”]
Oh, no. Jeff texted you earlier in the day, and it looks like one of his creepy voyeur texts telling you about some naked guy he saw in the gym. Maybe you should just ignore it.__

Read: Marcus: [“Can't wait for our...”]
You'd almost forgotten about your date tomorrow night before you head back home. A cute Latin massage therapy student had asked you out, with the promise of a private massage if the date went well. At least you'll have something to look forward to if tonight is a bust.