Riley was so glad it was Saturday.
The party last night had gone great. Several close friends had come over, and a few people she didn't know as well. She trusted the friends who invited them though, so soon enough, the party was in full swing, and she was having a ball.
The alcohol began to flow. She might not have been old enough to drink, but the party-goers learned quickly that Riley could hold her liquor with the best of them. No questions asked, she was the life of the party. With her sisters not invited, she had locked her crystal in her jewelry box to avoid it getting lost, which was more than could be said about her inhibitions that night--they were lost to the wind until the morning.
And what a morning it was. Her hangover hadn't been terrible, and she didn't wake up with a strange person in bed with her. All in all, she just had some cleaning to do, but they could wait until breakfast. Glancing around the bedroom in her on-campus apartment, she sighed gently and rolled out of bed. She wasn't entirely sure who was still here, but her bedroom was off limits, and everyone knew that. Seeing nothing in disarray, she was happy to see her friends had respected that one rule.
Slipping over to her closet, she grabbed tank-top and shorts, lazy pajamas for a lazy morning. Finally, she pulled on her fluffy slippers and headed for the kitchen. Breakfast was simple, buttered toast and jam, fresh fruit, and some hot tea, and a big glass of water to wash down the pain killers for her headache. All were finished quickly, and Riley made her way back to the bedroom, grabbed fresh clothes, and headed to the bathroom to shower. She washed clean, brushed her hair and teeth, then made her way back out to begin cleaning her apartment. It would take an hour or two, but once she was done, she'd have all of Saturday to relax. She was glad everyone headed out early.
***
Daniel 'Dweeberson' Dwebson was a nice guy. He got straight A's, was a model student, and held a steady-part time job. Despite all of this, he was always going to be 'Dweeberson' to his classmates. He hated the name, but there was little he could do about it. He was, however, 21, and able to get alcohol for parties. He was invited by one of the other students to provide the booze, and bringing the alcohol would skyrocket him out of his nerdiness, and definitely land him squarely within range of Riley Lancaster's affection. He wanted that more than he wanted anything life could have offered.
So when he arrived on time, dropped off the booze, then was invited by his new friends to see Riley in her bedroom, he quickly obliged. Instead of Riley waiting for him there, he was sorely disappointed to find a a couple kids with a blindfold, a gag, and a a very long rope. Moments later, Daniel was shoved into Riley's closet, where he spent the rest of the night, trapped among her clothes, shoes, and personal items. He felt so used, so betrayed, so embarrassed. Had Riley been complicit in this? Did she plan it the whole time? Did she even know he was there? The thoughts plagued his head, so much so that at one point he felt faint, and swore that the world around him was getting bigger. Trying to ignore the situation, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, unaware of how tiny he was becoming.
***
The real party was in Riley's kitchen. It wasn't large, just enough to fit some appliances and have a couple people roaming in and out. However, the alcohol was being kept there. After Dweeberson had arrived with the booze, Alex, Nikki, Sarah, Chris and Kyle had become the guard dogs. If you wanted alcohol, you were subject to their judgement first. Anyone but Riley had to prove themselves to the tribunal before receiving their precious drinks. It was all in fun.
The pranks, shenanigans and near debauchery that people were forced to go through to acquire a drink had reached ridiculous levels. Riley had even begun recording the events, but was quickly discouraged, these people had reputations to keep up with after all. Fortunately, no one would remember any of this the next morning, there was far too much alcohol being tossed around, despite what the co-eds and their boy-toys allowed. Around 3 am, people were so intoxicated that they were lounging wherever they could, sleeping on the floors, sitting on counters, leaned against appliances. Riley stumbled through at one point, laughing at her friends drunken stupor. None of them even realized there her intoxication had loosed her concentration on her powers, and the students in the kitchen all began to diminish rapidly, just as Riley made her way out of the kitchen, and tumbled into her bed, never to emerge again before morning.
***
At one point, the near-debauchery that had taken place in the kitchen had become too difficult for young couple Josh and Christina, and they slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. They locked the door, turned out the lights, and things got hot and heavy rather quickly. Christina, shorter than her boyfriend, had taken a seat on the counter by the sink, and disregarded Riley's toothbrush, hairbrush, makeup kit, and other various items still strewn about the counter. Some of them she moved out of the way, other she just sat on, too focused on her boyfriend too care. Josh stood in front of her, and the near-debauchery moved into full-blown debauchery.
Riley made her way towards her room after she dismissed the hijinks in the kitchen, unaware that her powers were causing everyone she walked by to shrink to a tiny size. Pausing by her bathroom, she tried to open the door.
"Occupied!" She recognized Josh's voice, and rolled her eyes.
"Guys..c'mon..."
"Occ-u-pied!" He repeated again, trying to hush his girlfriend's giggles. Riley slammed her fist into the door, and decided she was more tired than she needed to pee. As though her anger projected her powers, Josh quickly found himself shrinking down to the floor, somewhere within the bathroom rug, while Christina was lost on the counter, surrounded by Riley's now massive hygiene products.
***
The next morning came early for all of the shrunken college students, and they were in quite the predicament.
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