Minerva didn’t like hanging around people who were drunk. She never could figure out how to act with them. Anytime someone yelled I’m so wasted!, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard rather than careless glee. She didn’t understand the desire to end up kneeling in front of a toilet and puking up one’s dinner. Besides, she couldn’t afford to squander her evenings drifting into an alcoholic daze when she needed perfect grades.
