Emma, 24 Year Old College Student

"Ugh..." Emma groans, laying her head against her desk in frustration. Having been in her seat for hours, the constant studying has finally begun to catch up to the Neuroscience student. Her brain feels like static, all the material she's been memorizing blurring together.

"Fine..." She mutters weakly, sitting up straight once more. "Time for a break..." With a stretch, she pushes the chair away from the desk, standing up and throwing her hands above her head. Her whole body strains, the feeling especially pleasant after such a long time of sitting still. She sighs, trudging away from the mountain of study material and over to the fridge. She hasn't eaten since... this morning? To be honest, everything before like 6 is a blur. She turns, looking at the clock telling her its almost midnight and berating herself mentally.

"I told you not to overwork yourself again." She thinks to herself.

Opening the fridge, Emma frowns. "What the- where's my..." She swears she had leftovers still, what could've- Oh... Right... "Skye!" Emma scowls, pulling her phone from her pocket and quickly diving into her messages. Immediately she sees a message from her roommate, followed by an image.

"Heyyyy Emi!" So sorry about that sandwich earlier, I totes woke up like, super late and had to grab something on my way out. Promise I'll pay you back! Also Steven says hi, we might swing by later idk, love ya babe! XOXO"

"Right..." Emma rolls her eyes, putting her phone away. She immediately ignores the apology, writing it off as another one of that bimbo's lies. She can't wait for her to drop out so she can have her own apartment again. It's honestly a bit surprising, Skye started attending the university months ago, yet she's ONLY ever gone out to party, or find a guy to bring home. Not once has she seen her show a single ounce of responsibility... Maybe she should go talk to the school...

The redhead sighs, adjusting her glasses as her mind moves from the insufferable Skye back to the fridge before her. Like usual, its mostly empty, save for a couple lone ingredients, and... Skye's drinks. Those pink cans, that new brand of beer that popped up last year, another nuisance in the house. All the time while cleaning Emma finds them lying around, always empty. There's no way that girl is ever sober...

Looking around, Emma feels her stomach, it growls heavily, her abdomen aching a bit. She'd been studying so much she hasn't eaten at all today, hoping to eat the last half of her sandwich. She eyes the 12-pack, before looking around.

"I guess it'll be fine... she does owe me, and I doubt she'd notice anyway..." Emma rationalizes, before grabbing a can and heading to her room.

Emma wasn't ever much of a drinker. Sure she's gotten drunk before, but only really on special occasions. Many times she's glanced at Skye's drinks, wondering if they're any good, but lately she's just been so swamped with studying that she hasn't had a good time to ever go out and try it. But with her work done tonight, and a drive built off spite, she reaches out, cracking the can open.

Immediately small pink bubbles float from the container, popping with the same vigor you'd get from an average soda. Sitting on her bed, She reaches up, giving the beverage a sniff. It's sweet, kinda like strawberries... "Huh?" She tilts her head, not expecting such a sugary aroma, but still, she brings the can to her lips, curiosity driving her to taste the concoction.

"Huh..." She says softly, swallowing the sip. "Tastes just like it smells... Can't even taste the ****..." She smirks. "No wonder that ditz likes this stuff, tastes just like candy."