<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Confused and embarrassed<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><strong>Open</strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Dorms, headed to room 115.  September 30, Midnight<br/><hr/><br/><em>Fuck fuck fuckityfuckfuck</em>She thought boots clomping heavily over the floor.  Knowing she'd likely just hurt herself if she went to the gym to beat on a sandbag she went back to her dorm after the disaster that was her drawing class.  What on earth had she been thinking taking such a class?  Oh yes, hot prof in that little bit nerdy looking, god I want to corrupt you kind of way.  Her stubborn streak wouldn't allow her to drop the class so she'd just have to soldier on.  Maybe a meeting in his office...offer to trade favors for grades.  Yeah, she wasn't above that.<br/><br/>She burst through the doors more force of nature than girl.<strong>"Alright!  I know someone has it!"</strong>She yelled down the hall as she stormed towards her room.<strong>"Who does a girl have to fuck to get booze around here?!"</strong>Yeah, she was feeling a bit reckless.  But someone in the dorms<em>had</em>to have drinkable alcohol.  She didn't even care if it was Bernett's at this point.  She also didn't care about the gender of said person at this point and might have been about half serious about screwing someone to get the booze.  Plus, a good lay had the added benefit of working off the storm of thoughts, hormones and feelings she had going on.   She didn't know many people in the dorms, so she didn't know whose door to just go knock on yet.  Aimee also didn't care that it was late.  This was college.  Who was in bed by midnight away?<br/><br/>