Daniel

Mark: That sounds like exactly what I need right now man, be there soon.

In his room he put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a shirt before heading to Riley's room.

Mark entered to the dorm room with the comforting sound of video games and flashing lights. The windows had blackout curtains and LED lights were strung up in the corners of the room. A massive TV sat in front of a shitty futon sofa, completing the gamer dungeon aesthetic. Mark dropped onto the couch, trying on to interrupt Daniel and Riley's game.

Riley, known on campus by her gamer tag "Bits," was the queen of couch co-op and late-night LAN parties. With a quick wit, a collection of ironic graphic tees, and a vape pen never far from reach, Riley’s dorm room is a sacred hangout spot for stoners, slackers, and secretly nerdy frat bros. She's the only person who can trash talk in both Call of Duty and Mario Kart while rolling a blunt with one hand.

Mark looked over at Riley, admiring her stonergirl looks. She was very skinny, with dyed purple hair peaking out from under a beanie. She wore a cropped graphic Smash Bros tee that showed off her lean stomach and loose-fitting cargo jeans. Her lean arms had various small cute and nerdy tattoos including a tiny game boy on her left wrist. She nodded at Mark as he sat down, puffing away on her vape.

Mark sat quietly until their game was over. Once they finished Riley turned to him saying "sup Rodgers, why do you look like you feel down a flight of stairs?"

"The game yesterday, weren't you there?"

"What game?" She replied.

"Football."

"How'd you get hurt playing Madden pussy?" She teased.

"Do you ever leave this room!?" Daniel interjected "Mark is on the Eagles now."

"Damn dude, not a good idea," Riley smirked, pulling a rolling tray from under her bed. "You know brain damage is like, super not hot."

Mark shook his head with a grin. "I just came here to chill, not get roasted."

"You came to the wrong dorm, my guy," Riley said, beginning to roll a joint with effortless precision. "You want sympathy, go to the nurse. You want to forget your whole body hurts? Welcome to Club Bits."

She lit the joint, took a hit, and passed it to Mark. “House rules: you smoke, I pick the game.”

Mark took a drag and exhaled slowly, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Deal. What are we playing?”

Riley handed him a controller. “Smash Bros. You’re getting clapped by Princess Peach tonight.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Why Peach?”

“Because she looks sweet but she’ll wreck your whole legacy if you blink.”

Daniel grabbed a controller too. “Bet. I call Link.”