Ariel was happy she'd been able to find a place so close to campus on such short notice after the fiasco with the dorm's sprinkler system left her temporarily homeless.  She'd moved what remained of her stuff, after the flood, into the apartment earlier that day, but had unfortunately not met any of her roommates yet.  After that, she'd rushed off to the office to remake copies of things she was responsible for and had been ruined by the water.  Then she met with her study group.  School was out until January, but she was all ready starting her project for her Senior seminar.  She was eager for the coming semester to be over with and then begin the headache that was Med School.<br/><br/>She fumbled with her key in the lock, and smiled at the cute guys who seemed to live next door.  After a moment of struggling, the key slipped in and the knob turned in her hand.  She locked the door behind her, and then dropped her overweight book bag on the ground next to the entrance to the kitchen with a loud thud.  Her shoulder ached mildly from the weight.  She idly wondered if any of her new roommates moonlighted as massage therapists.<br/><br/>Ariel entered the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of string cheese while she made a mental note to repay whoever the cheese belonged to.  Her interest was peaked when she saw the alcohol on the table and the myriad assortment of juices, sodas and other beverages in the refrigerator.  Seeing that was exactly what the doctor had ordered, she opened the bottle of tequila, found a glass, and poured roughly two shots worth of the liquor into the glass before mixing it with orange juice.  She sipped on her drink as she fumbled through the kitchen drawers looking for a phone book.<br/><br/>Most college students had the phone number of every food delivery establishment within two miles memorized.  There had been a list on which Ariel had scribbled her favorite delivery places and stored securely in a folder.  A list that had been not salvageable from water damage.  She'd had a few numbers stored in her cell phone as well, though the water had been equally unkind to it.<br/><br/>Finally, finding a phone book she leafed through the pages until she found the local sub shop that delivered until well past midnight and entered the living room where she could sit down and place an order.  She hung up her new cell phone after a single ring when she saw Mike all ready there.  A warm, friendly smile came to her face.  The type of smile she adopted when she wanted to make a good first impression.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Ariel.  Are you one of the housemates?  I'm about to order a sandwich, want anything?"  She asked as she offered him her hand to shake, fumbling with her phone and drink in the process, and then plopped tiredly onto the sofa before receiving his reply.