Writing Prompt! (aka Open third!)
ooc: I had to.
Living in the dorms would be considered slumming it for many of Painswick's inhabitants, but Brad had gotten pretty used to life away from home, despite the roommate and small living quarters. Besides, underclassmen were supposed to slum it! ...At least that's what his dad had told him.
Christmas had been a small affair. Dinner with the family, random games, ugly clothing gifts, a large and loud crowd. Of course his dorm looked appealing after a night like that! His dorm provided a place to escape the stifling kisses of Auntie, who had drunk a bit too much eggnog and would have to stay the night.
His roommate was gone, and it seemed as though everyone else was too. It was really the perfect scenario. A long shower without some drunk bloke trying to fuck a girl in the next stall... Perfect.
After his hot shower, he felt so at home, he didn't even bother to get fully dressed. Today, he owned this hall. Walking down the hall back to his room, he reached his door, humming a Christmas Carol to himself.