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A Yurt of One's Own

Lip finally opens the door and steps out of his dorm room, "Yo."

"Where were you? I'm starving." Ian asks as the two of them begin walking together.

"Sorry, man." Lip then looks back at me as I trail behind them. "What the fuck is up with her?"

"Think I woke her up too early." Ian answers.

That was a reason, but the fact that I was also hungover didn't help.

"I'm working at the sorority, helping run the bar for a party. You two should come." Lip says.

"I do love a sorority." My mood perks up.

"Woah, look who just rose from her grave." Lip laughs.

"I'll pass." Ian responds.

"There'll be costumes and shit. We'll make it fun." He replies.

"Yeah, exactly." I agree.

"All right, fine." Ian sighs as he gives in.

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"So, I got a couple of New Orleans Hurricane shots for you both." Lip, who is working at the. bar, passes us out shots.

"I like the makeup." I say to him before downing the shot.

"Yeah, the girls did it. They said it was water-soluble but I tried to wash it off my hands and nothing seems to be coming off."

"Hey, is that the girl who looks like a dude?" Ian asks.

"No, that's an actual dude." Lip tells him.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket so I take it out and see that an unknown caller is calling me.

"Yeah, who is this?" I question.

"Mandy."

I freeze for a minute, wondering if this is actually real or am I just drunk.

"Hey, hi." I say, stepping away from the noisy crowd.

"Where are you?"

"Uh, I'm at party with Lip and Ian." I answer.

"Don't tell them it's me. Tell them it's someone else, okay?"

"What's going on?" I question.

"I left Indiana. I'm in Chicago in a shithole downtown. I'm in serious shit. I didn't know who else to call, but I can't get into it on the phone. Can you come here?"

"Now? Where are you?" I ask.

"I'm at McCormick Park Hotel, Water Street and Columbus. Room 218, and try not to talk to the front door if you can help it."

"Why not?" I question, extremely confused.

"Just come now, and don't tell Ian or Lip."

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