There’s this thing later, I’d DMed him before leaving Eli’s tent this afternoon. At the Varsity Room. Thing? He’d written back. Does that translate to party? Yes, I typed. It starts at 9. No offense, he said, but I might pass. After spending all day with these people, I’m a little sick of them. No, no, this is different, I replied. I promise. A few minutes and then: Pinkie swear? I smiled to myself. Pinkie swear.
