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Julius had bought his pair of noise cancelling headphones for eight hundred dollars earlier that year. They were a classy shade of white with gold trim, and he had been [i]assured[/i] by the slightly greasy salesman that they would be able to block out anything short of a jet engine from ten yards.

But at the moment, Julius was sorely tempted to take the headphones and [i]shove them up that salesman’s ass[/i], because apparently even the latest and greatest American technology couldn’t cover up the sounds of the booze-fueled partying and debauchery going on outside the sanctuary of Dorm One. It was only thanks to his quick action that the party hadn’t spilled into his room- he’d slammed the door shut and locked it tight the instant that idiot Lou had stepped out. With luck he wouldn’t return until morning, and preferably not until after Julius had left for his early study period in the library. 

Julius had considered barricading himself in his room after meeting his dorm mate, and after suffering through his prattling and quirks for five minutes he had made his excuses and done exactly that. Only emerging once in the day to refill his glass of water, he had been greeted with the sight of a near-naked Lou making out with a chicken wing. Needless to say, a drink had  slipped to the bottom of his priorities.

He slammed his textbook shut in annoyance as someone rapped loudly on the door. Obviously no one else in this god-forsaken school gave a damn about their grades or, more importantly, [i]Julius’s[/i] grades, or they would all be sitting quietly in their own dorms studying like he was. He took slight pleasure in stomping loudly over to the door, before sliding off the metal bolt and yanking it open just enough to see the face of the intruder.

[color=#b1ff82]“What?”[/color] he asked irritably, and the guy stumbled slightly as he tried to knock on a door which had inexplicably moved out of the way. 

“Hey man, can you do me a solid and let me use your loo? The other dorms are all getting used- I think bloody Jon’s been on the shitter for the last hour and I’m absolutely busti-”

The door slammed. Julius replaced the bolt. The knocking continued. 

In fact, the knocking kept going as Julius made his way back from the door to his desk, and as he opened his textbook again. It continued as he tried to find his page, and as he glared at the wall clock. It was only half nine- there was no way a party like this would fizzle out this side of midnight. Unless he did something about it.

With a frustrated groan, Julius hefted himself from his desk chair and returned to the door, repeating his earlier actions but opening the gap wide enough that the interloper could push past him and make a run for his bathroom. 

“Dude, you’re like, an absolute legend or something,” he said, his voice slurred from drinking. He smelled vaguely like pot.

[color=#b1ff82]“Just don’t piss around in here any longer than you have to,”[/color] Julius said resignedly, before his eyes alighted on his laptop atop his desk. [color=#b1ff82]“And if you touch any of my shit I’ll throw you out the fuckin’ window.”[/color] He took a discarded jersey and covered the various valuables he’d left out, too lazy to put them in a drawer, before making his first excursion outside his dorm room since yesterday. 

The hallway was a mess, with people leaning against the walls and chatting, clutching their plastic cups close. By the entrance of Dorm Two someone had already managed to spill a drink, the dark brown alcohol making a wide stain in the carpet that didn’t look easy to get out. As Julius forced his way through the partygoers down the hallway, the main crowd seemed to be spilling from the fourth dorm at the opposite end of the hall.

Stepping over cups and discarded beanbags, pillows and other riff-raff, he made his way through to the centre where he spotted Lily Forrester, the floor manager. She’d introduced herself to the floor on their first day, and he vaguely remembered her to being quite nice and well-mannered. It was a shock to him that she would participate in, nay, seem to endorse this shambles.

[color=#b1ff82]“Miss Forrester!”[/color] he had to shout over the music, yet his voice was still overly loud and the furious words carried across the room. [color=#b1ff82]“What the hell is going on here? [i]Some[/i] of us are trying to get things done and this… this…”[/color] Julius waved his hand around to indicate the chaos of the party as he struggled for words. [color=#b1ff82]“This [i]mess[/i] is not okay! I [i]demand[/i] you shut this shit down right now.”[/color] Even Julius was aware of how bratty he sounded as he put his hands on his hips, but he was used to getting his way in life and by god, if he hadn’t revised his screenwriting notes by tomorrow there was going to be hell to pay.