The second the door clicked shut behind them as they stumbled in, Elara leaned on Kaitlyn. They smelled of cheap perfume, stale beer, and sweat from dancing. The silence of the dorm room was a relief, their ears still ringing. As Kaitlyn reached out, her thumb caught on the strap of Elara’s top. In the harsh glow of the overhead light, Kaitlyn saw Elara’s heavy eyelids mirroring her own. With a soft sigh, “Oh my god… that...