Room 332, Monday Morning

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Claire came back to her room, dumped her bags near the bed, stashed the leftovers her mom had sent in the minifridge, and decided to download the radio broadcasts from the weekend because it was likely to be way less annoying than unpacking. Nate would be fine, even if she thought his brain must have gotten a little damaged for him to think Lisa could be just a friend. Whatever, it was comforting to know exactly how screwed up his life was.

After listening to a few of the radio broadcasts, she had a very important question.

"Okay, did everyone here do a bunch of drugs and not save any for me?"

[OOC: Door open for all your Claireiffic needs.]