Boston Lager [shot #5] [closed]

Her face burned from the buzz, and she hated herself for it.

She walked a half a hundred paces around her three by four again, walked back and forth from her door to the kitchen, minded Kimply's grape juice stain, still imprinted in the carpet all these years later. Four years. Four frickin' years. How was she supposed to cope? Where was she supposed to live besides here? She was supposed to come back to this dorm for the rest of her life.

One-zero-one. It was just another number she was at the liberty to forget.

Evelyn perched at the end of her bedside, things all packed, her floor clean for the first time in who knew how long. Sushi's tank was the last of it. He swam in spirals, the same pattern he'd done since the first day she'd settled in from the Initiate dorms.

"T-time to go, b-buddy..."

What did she have left? She was just left drifting in space, and without her dorm, they'd snipped her tether.