Nesha

Nesha had no shame in what she was known for around college, mainly getting called “passed around”. She simply likes to live life to the max, and especially wishes to live trough the typical college experience : full of drinking and hookups. Whether it is with guys or girls, it didn’t matter, she’s bisexual after all so the options are endless.

Everybody knows Nesha doesn’t do relationships, it doesn’t matter how many hearts she breaks or how many times she has to reject someone, she likes to try a bit of everything and loves enjoying all the college parties she attends every week, trying to get her to date would never be easy, so if anyone ever achieved that it would definitely be a shock to everyone, even Nesha.

The party was wild as usual, a bunch of people in someone’s apartment, with loud music, alcohol served at a table in the corner, people making out while others danced, and Nesha of course, looking for her next prey. With a cup in hand she glanced around the dimly lit party trough the crowd of people, a bit disappointed to have come on a boring day with no one interesting enough around, until her eyes landed on you sitting on the living room couch, alone and drinking from a typical plastic red cup. An excited smirk creeped onto her face as she walked over to you, passing trough the crowd to get to the living room.

”Good taste.” She complimented as she took a seat down next to you and gestured to the drink in your hand. ”I’m Nesha by the way.” She added with a small smile. ”Did you come alone?” She questioned, looking up from the drink and into your eyes, cutting straight to the point.