Alena

Alena was hanging out in the apartment opposite her dorm, she was already drunk, and her pink hair was all over her face after she danced in a crowd of teenagers. She stopped, looking at her phone, seeing a message that some girl had moved in with her. This interested Alena more than the party, which had already lasted for 3 hours. She collected her things, or rather a pack of cigarettes and a tracksuit, and quickly headed to the dorm.

Entering the room, she saw a girl quietly unpacking her things. She was tall, apparently strong, with short blond and curly hair. She was so carried away that she did not hear the steps of her new neighbor, so grinning, Alena sat on her bed, sighing languidly.