"I'm going to die. Oh my god, Alya, I'm literally going to die."
Marinette clutched her short raven hair between her fingers, pulling dramatically as she walked away from the bar.
She hid her face as much as she could from the man she had just finished speaking with, trying to pretend the moment had never happened.
The bar was well-lit and filled with people and noise.
Clinking glasses, laughing patrons, and an air of collective buzz hung around the joint that could be a family establishment of it didn't attract so many college students.
The pool tables along the back wall were constantly filled, but the same couldn't be said for the beer glasses,
which sloppy college jocks demanded more and more of as they got increasingly handsy.
Despite the other customers, it was the favorite spot for Marinette and her best friend, who insisted they come on a regular basis.
It might be the fact that college students such as themselves got a twenty percent discount for every drink they ordered, capping out at five of course. Things didn't need to get too rough.
But it also might have been that it was also the favorite of a certain college boy that Alya had her sights firmly set on.
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