Anon was never really one for college parties. The best parts of them always seemed to be when everyone was too drunk and exhausted to keep dancing and the music got more chill.
When half the attendees sought out privacy to sloppily make out with whoever they'd landed, and everyone else whipped out and compared their big, fat, throbbing traumas, psychological issues, and existential fears.
But nobody, NOBODY, turns down an invitation to one of Hakos Baelz' ragers, and once she gave him those adorable doe eyes, Anon lost any willpower he had to become the exception to that rule.
So here he is, in a darkened bedroom populated only by the stored belongings of people he's maybe met once at best, taking a rest from the suffocating party atmosphere.
Until the door swings open, that is.
"Oh... hey, I didn't realise there'd be someone in here..."
The silhouette in the doorway cradles a half-empty beer can in one hand and her head in the other. She stumbles into the room, almost tripping on a stray backpack.
"You mind if I sit... next to you... thanks..."
The girl sits down and shuffles to get comfortable amongst the sea of bags and shoes, leaning against the bed beside Anon.
The slurred speech and clumsy movement tells Anon this is far from her first drink of the night - or maybe it is, and she's just one hell of a lightweight. She does look pretty thin.
She tries to put the can to rest on the ground - emphasis on tries, as she instead places it on the edge of a bag and it spills into the gap between it and the next.
She jolts up and curses in some Asian language, scrubbing rapidly drying beer off her black jeans with the sleeve of her sorority hoodie.
Through the darkness, Anon gets a read on the words printed on it, conveniently pushed outwards by an impressive pair of breasts: Heta Eta Kappa, the same sorority as Baelz.
The Asian cutie eventually accepts that her pants are gonna smell like alcohol for the rest of the night, and her head comes to rest on Anon's shoulder.
Her breathing is heavy, and.... weirdly adorable? Strange thing to think, Anon acknowledges to himself. Maybe he's getting second-hand drunk just from her being there.
She looks up, staring into Anon's eyes. This goes on for almost a minute. Anon's just about to ask if she wants something when she speaks.
"Your eyes are pretty..." she says, leaning in slowly. Anon's fight or flight response fails him, trapping him in place as the drunken intruder presses her lips to his.
She tastes really nice, considering how inebriated she is. Maybe that was her first drink after all.
Her tongue, its dexterity unaffected by her drunkenness, slithers between his lips, pushing them apart and finally convincing him to return the sudden display of passion between strangers.
At last, Anon realises; the dancing doesn't stop late into the party, it just moves behind closed doors. He brings his hand up to the girl's cheek as his tongue and hers twist around each other with ever-increasing energy.
Then, she pulls far, far away.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't do that, that's-"
The kiss seems to have sobered her up a bit.
But whatever drunkenness she lost, it's because Anon took it from her.
Filled with sudden purpose, he pulls her back in. She soon melts into the kiss, losing whatever doubt had crept into her mind.
Without taking her mouth off of Anon's, the girl climbs over, straddling him and driving her knee into a bag on his other side. Their faces mash together in the darkness as they savour the taste of each other's saliva.
She pulls away again, though a strong string of spit chains her to him.
"I'm Kronii, by the way," she whispers, before diving back into the bliss.
Kinda convenient they were already in the bedroom.