It was Friday and Spencer had just finished her first week of classes at Georgetown. Since it was only the first week, she didn't have much work to do and most of her classes were spent going over the syllabus and just beginning to lecture. She had also attended a few meetings for some clubs she was interesting in. She was looking forward to getting a head start and reading the first chapters of her textbooks tonight.

It was a little past seven when her roommate came bustling in the door. "Spencer, why are you reading from a textbook? We have to get ready."

"Get ready for what?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

"To go out!" Libby exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Um, no thanks." Spencer replied, ignoring her roommate and continuing to read out of her political science textbook.

Libby sighed, hopping on the bed to sit next to Spencer. She figured she might have to do some persuading. While they met in summer for orientation, they had only been living together for about a week and a half. Even though that was a short amount of time, you really get to know someone quickly when you're living in the same two by four dorm room. Libby already knew that Spencer was a workaholic, with the intense course load she had taken on and all the studying and preparation she had done for only the first week of class.

"Spencer. It's the first week of class and you definitely don't have much homework to do if you even have any at all. You said it yourself that you want to meet more people. We have to leave our dorm to do that. Everyone on floor six is going to this party."

"Everyone? I'm willing to bet big money that not everyone on this floor is going." Spencer replied sarcastically, finally looking up from her textbook in order to glare at her friend.

"You know what I mean. There are a lot of people going." Libby explained, slightly rolling her eyes.

Spencer shook her head. "I don't think it's a good idea." She wasn't all that keen on consuming alcohol in an unfamiliar place. She wasn't a big drinker to begin with and it just didn't feel right drinking with people she'd only known for a week. Maybe if Toby was here…but he wasn't.

"You don't have to drink or anything," Libby persisted. "I just want you there because you're like my only friend right now. Please, Spence."

"Okay," Spencer decided, giving in to her roommate. "I guess it will be a good opportunity to meet people. But we aren't staying out too late. And I am NOT drinking." She added sternly.

"Yay!" Libby exclaimed excitedly, wrapping Spencer in a hug.

As Libby began trying on outfit after outfit Spencer pulled out her phone to text Toby that she was going out. She knew he was at work tonight but she decided to text him anyway because he might see it during his break.

So Libby is dragging me out tonight. Don't worry; I plan on playing mom because I don't want to drink. Just wanted to let you in case I don't answer you later. I miss you.

Two hours later they were ready and gathered in Ryan's room down the hall. Spencer watched as her fellow floor mates took shots and drank copious amounts of alcohol. She joined in on a game of flip cup, playing with water, and was harassed throughout the whole night because she wasn't drinking along with the rest of them.

They were able to walk off campus to the house party and could hear the music blasting as soon as they walked up to the door.

"Spence, come dance with me," Libby said drunkenly pulling Spencer by the arm to the dance floor where there were tons of people dancing to the party music played by the DJ in the corner.

As Spencer danced she looked around and saw the people she was dancing with laughing and mingling with each other. She told herself she was going to try new things at college. Why couldn't she have a few drinks if she wanted to let go at her first week of school? She wouldn't get drunk. Just a drink or two.

Spencer nudged Libby's arm. "Hey," she said, loud enough to be heard over the music. "I want something to drink."

About an hour or so later, Spencer held a red solo cup in her hand that was filled with some tasty jungle juice. "Is this safe?" she asked Libby as some guy handed her a cup.

"Yes, its safe," someone behind her claimed.

She turned and saw it was Ryan, who she met before and lived across the hall.

"How do you know?" She questioned, eyeing him suspiciously.

He laughed at her amusedly. "Because this is my brother's house. I know all these guys."

"Oh," Spencer replied raising the drink to her lips. Before she could say anything else, Libby was pulling on her arm. "Come on, Spence. I need you as my pong partner."

As the night went on, and more games were played, Spencer drank more and more.

They left the party around 1 am and walked home as a group. As soon as she got into her room Spencer passed out on her bed. Spencer gasped when she pulled out her phone for the first time that night and saw that she had three texts from Toby.

"I need to call Toby," she exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Why? Spencer it's 1:33 in the morning." Libby chuckled, staring at her roommate questioningly.

"Toby!" Spencer said excitedly when he picked up after only two rings.

"Hey, are you all right?" he asked, his voice a little raspy, obviously having been sleeping.

"Yes! But I missed you and wanted to call you so I," she paused to hiccup, "I called you. I stayed out later than I thought, but it was fun!"

"Are you drunk?"

"No!" She answered quickly.

"Really?" He knew she must have been drinking from the way her voice sounded. He always saw right through her.

"I only had a like one or two drinks. I think I'm a little tipsy. I'm sorry."

He smiled to himself. Spencer was always cute when she drank…as long as she wasn't terribly drunk, which he had only ever seen once. "Don't apologize. Are you with Libby?"

"Yeah, she's here. I wish you were here, though," she admitted blatantly.

"So do I. Do you feel okay, Spence?"

"Yes. I miss you," she pouted sadly.

He laughed at her confession, but deep down he was kind of sad, too. He missed her a lot and he can't help feeling like he should be there with her. He had to call her tomorrow and set up a day that they could see each other. "I miss you too. Maybe try to get some sleep. Can I talk to Libby?"

Spencer didn't even bother taking the phone away from her mouth when she called out rather loudly to Libby. "He wants to talk to you."

Libby got up from her bed to receive the phone from Spencer. "Hi Toby." She had met Toby when he had helped Spencer move in. She could tell just from that day that these two were crazy in love with each other.

"Hi, how's Spencer?"

Libby glanced over at her friend who was curled up on her bed with her eyes closed. "She's fine. A little drunk, but she's not bad at

"Were you out with her?" He questioned.

"Yeah," she explained, "but me and some of the others we went out with pregamed in the dorms before we went to the party. Spencer decided she wasn't going to drink…until she got to the party. So she was kind of behind. Hence why she's still a little drunk."

"Oh, okay. Just make sure she's alright, please."

"I will. Don't worry."

Just as she was about to hang up, she heard Spencer mumble something.

Libby turned to look at her roommate. "What's that, Spence?"

"Tell him I love him," she replied sleepily.

Libby laughed, getting up to give Spencer the phone. "Here, tell him yourself. I'm gonna go brush my teeth. I'll be right back."

Spencer watched as the door closed behind Libby. "I wish you were here so much," she confessed, yearning to cuddle with him in her bed.

"So do I," Toby replied. "We should set up a day to meet tomorrow."

Spencer nodded sleepily, even though Toby obviously couldn't see her. "Mmm okay."

Toby sighed, glancing at the clock and noticing that it was almost two o'clock in the morning. "You sound tired. You should get some sleep."

"Okay," she replied, moving slowly to take off her jeans and put on the sweatpants next to her and get into bed. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Spencer couldn't help but smile when she heard him call her babe. She would never admit it, but it was one of her favorite things. "I love you," she said again, itching to hear him say that he loves her again.

He chuckled. "I love you too. Now, get some sleep. Bye, Spence."

"Bye," she said, hanging up and falling asleep within minutes.