Big parties like this are intimidating, and you find yourself standing alone. Everyone looks gorgeous and your self-esteem isn't exactly up to par. He starts dropping some big names that you've heard your friends talking about, but you're not really up on mainstream music. Yesterday you went shopping and bought a new outfit for the party. It's a little more revealing than you're used to, but you went for it for fun. You know a few people, but for the most part you're a stranger to the crowd. He introduces himself as... One of them comes up behind Steph and starts whispering in her ear. She smiles and shrugs. He squeezes you one last time, really hard. If you think it's ok to sexually harass someone at a party, or anywhere else, then you're wrong. If someone tells you to fuck off, you fuck off. You tell him to lay off with the hands. Steph agrees and backs off from the other guy. He reaches out and squeezes her hip, trying to pull her onto his lap. She looks shocked and upset. You grab her hand, tell the two guys to grow up, and walk away. If you think it's ok to sexually harass someone at a party, or anywhere else, then you're wrong. If someone tells you to fuck off, you fuck off. She says that she's a waitress at one of those fancy restaurants in the city. Her goal is to save up some money so that she can get her Masters in Education. You're not really used to this kind of thing--it's pretty wild. You feel sort of on edge because you don't know this guy at all, but you're willing to give him a chance. Who knows, he could be nice. There's plenty of business casual guys, freshly shaven in blue button ups. Girls in little black cocktail dresses and glitzy heels dot the crowd, swishing their hair and checking their phones. They're clearly trying to make a move, and are getting more handsy with every sip. You can't really tell if Steph is into it or not.
