the viewer is taken back and forth from a shattered post-party veronica to the traumatic dormitory party itself. the sobbing monocled veronica writes at her desk.
veronica lies on the floor next to a vodka bottle. she drinks out of a dixie cup as she talks on the phone.
lying on the floor, veronica concentrates on her phone. with a deep sigh, she pushbuttons out a number. she pauses, then.
heather duke paces the room holding an icepack to her jaw. veronica is on the ground wiping off her bloodied feet.
uncurling from the fetal position that she had fallen asleep in, veronica's tightly closed eyes snap open in a sweat as her mother's voice continues to filter through the door. it's all been a dream.