but this seemed like more fun than asking someone in our dorm to buy vodka for us.
Now that is a writing prompt. Oh, all the terrible things such a form of decision-making can lead to. And if you ask me, as someone who does not drink alcohol and has never been drunk, I'd still go for the vodka :P
And once more, like the last piece I commented on, that last line makes the breath catch in my chest. Not memorabilia, but memories. Memories, like her stud, are often a sharp piece of glass. It twinkles and draws us, but we are afraid to look, and even more afraid to get rid of them.
Funny things, memories.