Fight or Flight -invite only/closed-

Tanja walked up to the house and stopped. She checked the address on her phone. It was correct. This wasn't the only house near by that was having a party. Everyone seemed to be wanting to go crazy now that midterms were done with and there was some time off. She continued her approach. Tanja remembered whose place this was. It was a few second-year students who lived here. She had only heard of one of them: Jason. He was extremely good with numbers and science, which were things that she, herself, struggled with greatly.

Tanja recalled once asking him for help on something, one time in chemistry, by passing Jason a note after deliberately sitting beside him. Jason grinned as he read the note. His reply not only answered her question, but also corrected her on a minor mistake she had made in her use of Jason's native tongue. It was well known to her that, in languages, sometimes the smallest thing could warp the meaning so much that the message desired did not ever come to light, and instead something silly or otherwise ridiculous was what actually was said. So much for showing off her linguistic prowess. At least the guy had been nice and good mannered about the whole thing. He never made her feel too bad about it; she took care of that part herself. Tanja loved language, and it was somewhat of a passion. Needless to say, Tanja never made that same error in German ever again. Chemistry was a different story.

After looking around to make sure she was still alone in the evening air, Tanja inspected herself to make sure that her sapphire tube-top and tight black pants were till looking good. After she did so, she joined the party.

Once inside Tanja instantly gave up on finding one of the hosts--Jason, the one she knew--and decided to join a card game. It was actually more of a drinking game. One of her friends, Sandra, was playing, and so Tanja joined in the game of Blow.

"Holy hell, woman," one of the guys, an American, said, "you do know that the point of the game is to try to not topple the pile of cards."

"You do know," Tanja mimiced, grinning, "that the point of the game is to drink!" She raised her bottle and Sandra instantly clinked her own against it and the two burst into laughter.

"Yeah, but..." the American boy looked about, "you've been drinking for... I don't even know! How many bottles is that for you?"

Tanja just shrugged.

"Well, that's enough for me," said a Spanish guy. His speech was mildly slurred.

"See," exclaimed the American. "It shouldn't be this difficult to out drink a couple of-"

"Of what?" Tanja put on a mask of intrigue, daring him to finish the sentence.

"Nothin'..." He stood up. "It was nice playing with you, ladies. I'll see you around." After steadying himself on the chair he'd used, he vanished into the party.

Tanja looked to Sandra, and they clashed bottles and laughed boisterously once more, celebrating their victory. Tanja then shuffled the cards absentmindedly, waiting with Sandra until any others decided to join in on their fun.

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