An AU.
Erica Murphy has had an entire lifetime of her parents completely stifling her. Where was she at all times, who was she with, ridiculous curfews, straight A's or else. Nuns that would tell her parents the first time she slipped up and talked out of turn or whispered during weekly mass. It did exactly what people on the outside looking in would expect it to.
Once she got to college, the first couple of months she really did act like her father was going to show up around a corner. Both of her parents were feds, it wouldn't be so unusual. But the first time her roommate got her to loosen up with some vodka, Erica didn't really look back. Especially with football season in full tilt. She went to more parties than she did classes, went home with guys, got nice and drunk. Her parents were paying for everything, so she didn't really care much where the money went.
Through all of it though, she hasn't really made friends. No one to consistently hang out with, no one she can talk to. She keeps filling the voids up with guys to make out with and more parties. At one particular party though, she doesn't like the vibe of it all. She's used to the regular pot being passed around, but she's not comfortable with the crank, and she walks out of the frat house, stumbling, a little drunk. Bleary eyed, she finds her way to one of the boxes that will let her call for a campus security escort, so she does, then grabs her cigarettes out of her purse and leans against the post as she smokes, staying right under the light.
Once she got to college, the first couple of months she really did act like her father was going to show up around a corner. Both of her parents were feds, it wouldn't be so unusual. But the first time her roommate got her to loosen up with some vodka, Erica didn't really look back. Especially with football season in full tilt. She went to more parties than she did classes, went home with guys, got nice and drunk. Her parents were paying for everything, so she didn't really care much where the money went.
Through all of it though, she hasn't really made friends. No one to consistently hang out with, no one she can talk to. She keeps filling the voids up with guys to make out with and more parties. At one particular party though, she doesn't like the vibe of it all. She's used to the regular pot being passed around, but she's not comfortable with the crank, and she walks out of the frat house, stumbling, a little drunk. Bleary eyed, she finds her way to one of the boxes that will let her call for a campus security escort, so she does, then grabs her cigarettes out of her purse and leans against the post as she smokes, staying right under the light.