[center][color=pink][h1]𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓴𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓪 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓷𝓪[/h1][/color]
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[center][b][color=tan]Dorm Hall[/color]
[color=tan]6:00 PM[/Color][/b]
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[color=pink]"No, I'm not in a pub. I'm just at the dorm and there's a party here, Mama... Party... no, just... вечеринка. ве-че-рин-ка!"[/COLOR] Sasha enunciated each syllable until she heard her mother say 'ah' on the other line. [color=pink]Besides, I'm too old for you to be checking up on me,"[/color] she muttered, rolling her eyes exasperatedly as she listened to her mom ramble on about the dangers of getting drunk and doing drugs. [color=pink]"Ugh. Stop worrying too much... Yes, I promise. I'll just call you again whenever, ok? ...I am... yeah, I will. Я люблю тебя. Bye!"[/color] she immediately ended the call before her mom could say anything else and then fell back on her bed, relieved that her room mate wasn't there to overhear the conversation. Seriously. She knew how protective her parents was of her since she was an only child but a little freedom wouldn't hurt. But unfortunately, it was an alien concept to her mother. And it was one of the reasons why she left Russia in the first place. 

[b][i]'You'll be enrolled in the state college. I think a business course just like what your cousin Yuri took. He's planning on putting up a small business and it would be good if you can help him out with it after you graduate.'[/i] [/b]Everything was planned, everything already mapped out and nobody even bothered asking her what she wanted to do and what course she wanted to take. She didn't want to go into business. Ever since she was little, she knew that she wanted to go into music. But despite saying it over and over again and despite having her dad already agree to it, her mother still insisted on that business course she was somehow convinced her daughter wanted. And so as soon as she had gotten her acceptance letter, she packed her violin, got on a plane and flew off, despite her mother's protests. [color=pink]"I bet if she was here, she'd dictate what I wear to the party too,"[/color] she grumbled as she stood up. [color=pink]"But hey, I'm here and she's not. So I better make the most out of it,"[/color] she mumbled, pushing the thought of her mother out of her head.

After putting on a simple denim shirt and black jeans, she went over to the mirror, patted some make up on and then pulled her hair into a stylishly messy half-ponytail. As soon as she was satisfied with her look, she went out to the dorm hall and joined the party, depositing a big bag of vodka chocolates onto the table beside the snacks other people brought. She looked around, not particularly familiar with everyone yet but recognized some of the faces. The floor manager passed by her, followed closely behind by the slightly strange but pretty friendly guy she'd seen around. She was sure she heard his name before but couldn't quite remember. Over by the couch was her room mate, Venus, eating brownies with a guy she wasn't familiar with. Not wanting to bother any of them, she made her way to the refreshment table, politely excusing herself from her Korean dorm mate who was dancing to the music. 

Spotting something she was quite familiar with, she grabbed one of the vodka bottles, scanned its label and then poured herself a shot glass full of it. The transparent liquid disappeared in one gulp. [color=pink][i]Should be good with pickles... too bad I don't see any...[/i][/color] she thought to herself, contemplating on whether she wanted to eat, to drink more or to socialize.