Amy checked her self one last time in the mirror. She didn't really spend much time on makeup and things like that but was picky about her hair. Every strand had to be just in the right place. She new it was silly. She would be putting on her bike helmet as soon she got outside but it was just one of her habits. Dressed in her favorite light pink athletic shorts and a light blue short sleeve sweatshirt with the name of her college across the front. She normally wore  baggy shirts like this. Her sporty lifestyle had left a bit to be desired in the chest area and she didn't like accentuating that point with tight fitting shirts.<br/><br/>Looking around her dorm to check she had remembered to pack everything she needed her eyes fell on her roommates “toy” drawer. She reached in and grabbed the first thing her hand came to and quickly stuffed it into her bag. It would make good prank material if she found herself in a mischievous mood. She hid it down at the bottom of the bag next to the cheap bottle of vodka she had acquired. With that she was read. She zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder and headed out the door.<br/><br/>Hopping on her bike and snapping her on her helmet she was off down the road. This invitation was a surprise. Amy hadn’t been to a slumber party in many years. Back then they had just sat around giggling about boys. She wasn't really sure what to expect but she found the idea interesting enough to accept the invitation. Now that she thought about it she didn't even know who would be there. Amy only really knew Abbey from her reputation. They may have said hello once or twice but that was it as far as she knew. Amy was always happy to make new friends and Abbey was pretty cute in her own way. Either this would be a night full of memories or she would be bored out of her mind. She hopped it was the former. There was a game on tonight and she was missing it.<br/><br/>As Amy turned onto the next street she realized how hard she was pushing her bike. She slowed down not wanting to be covered in sweat when she got there. This wasn't a race after all. When she finally rolled up to the place the directions had lead her the cool night air had cooled her back down. As she walked up to the door she noticed another older bike and a car already here. Good, she hated being the first to arrive. She always felt a bit awkward being alone with people she didn't know well. Looking up Amy noticed that someone was still at the door. She picked up her pace to get there before everyone went inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>