I didn't want to go out if that meant I had to pretend I was someone I wasn't.
I had a feeling that the peer pressure would be harder to withstand than the actual act of drinking.
Would you rather unzip your skin and crawl inside it like a sleeping bag than talk to someone you don't know at a party?
Standing in line because your homegirl didn’t actually know the club promoter like that, after all? Nope, I’m good.