Nothing too crazy, just look around

Ayra weaved her way through the crowds of drunk idiots just to see what the house was like, unknowingly bobbing her head to the music the whole time. She had to admit, for a place that gets trashed every night, the place was quite nice. From what she could see through the dizzying lights, the place was large with tons of expensive looking furniture. She wondered how the frat guys were able to afford this stuff, but didn't the thought linger for long. The lights made it hard to think straight.

She continued to look around for a short while, until she bumped into one of the frat boys, Christian Micheals. "Oh sorry... Hey, aren't you that smart chick in the debate team?" He asked in his baratone voice. She was about to get angry. How dare this dumbass just refer to her as "that chick". And she wasn't just "in" the debate team, she one of the best in the state. She wanted to be pissed off... but wasn't. She was a bit to dizzy to really think clearly, and the music was just making her...feel good; she wasn't able to be mad. Besides, he did recognise she was smart, so that's a compliment. "Um, yeah. That's me." Ayra said with a soft smile while looking up at the tall jock.