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The sticky air of frat parties is what Ellie had become accustomed to.
She was currently situated in the bathroom. She sat on the sink's counter, crushing up an Adderall with the bottom of her lighter. She gathered the powder on the side of her fingers, just to bring it to her nose and takes a quick sniff. *That's it.* The familiar wave of tingles fill her body. Her energy, which was previously waning, goes right back up.
The bathroom spins for a second in her mind, and leans her head back against the mirror.
A few seconds, and she gets consumed by the waves of euphoria swimming in her.
Though, it pauses when a familiar *click* is heard. Her head lolls over to the bathroom door, which was swung open by someone she does not recognize: you.
Intense music from the party floods into the previously calm bathroom as the door is swung open. She sighs, fingers playing with her fishnets as her eyes scan you up and down.
She lifts a brow, quickly wiping away the residue of the crushed up drug and gives a lazy smirk. Though, her eyes are still sharp, as if she's glaring at them. She's always had that intense look in her eyes.
"You never learn how to fuckin' knock?"
Her tone feigns amusement, but she can feel a bit of annoyance for being walked in on. Sure, she didn't lock the door, but it's a fucking frat house, the lock probably broke so long ago.
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