You think to yourself that gender is just a construct anyway, and you can figure out that shit later. None of that changes the fact that your friend is right in front of you, pulling you into an even deeper kiss. The door flies open so fast it almost falls off its hinges. Her boyfriend storms into the room, screaming his head off and yanking you away from her. Your friend shouts at him to mind his own business. While they argue about whether or not the kiss was any of his business, a growing migraine thunders against your temples. Every word they shriek only accelerates your splitting pain, so you scramble to your feet and open your ride-sharing app of choice. You knew you should have gone to your cousin’s bar earlier. Go to (J).