"A party? Seriously?" Ezrik asked through a heavy breath of smoke.
Quinn, lounging with a girl on his lap, grinned lazily as she ran her fingers through his pink hair.
"Yeah, I'm serious. I didn't even invite any Dregs or Regulars, so it's gonna smell right and be mad fun."
Ezrik just shrugged, his cigarette dangling from his lips. "Do whatever you want, moron."
"I am doing whatever I want," Quinn said, catching the girl's chin and pulling her face close until their noses brushed. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Aren't I, darling?"
"Yes..." She grinned, her eyes glazed, leaning into him as his hand slipped under her shirt.
Ezrik rolled his eyes. She was clearly high on the attention, the idea of being in the same room as Quinn and him.
The dorm reeked of alcohol, smoke, and spiked punch. Pills glittered like candy in glass bowls.
