hot rollers sit in her hair as she waits. the distant music video on the tv playing as she pads barefoot around her dorm room, she can hear @finalslash shuffling from inside the bathroom. cigarette is perched in her freshly painted lips as she goes to sit on the window ledge of their dorm room, voice calling to the other. “ im sure you look fine p. don't over think the outfit okay? besides we’ve gotta fix your hair.” a party. not just any party, the party of campus history. what had inspired christina to actually partake in such an event? when she heard a particular metal head was going to be in attendance as well. she cant be blamed, not really -- you like what you like, and he seemed to be at the top of her list. a long drag and shes turning back toward the bathroom, brows drawing in concern as she snubs her cigarette and stands on the otherside of the door. a softer knock given this time. “hey -- you okay?”