It is thursday evening. You have just completed an arduous, two-and-a-half-blue-book-long exam for which you stayed up all night studying. Your breath reeks of stale coffee, your eyes are weighted by dark desolate rings, and your hair is a fucking mess.
But despite your exhaustion, you find you are still eager to celebrate the end of finals. Your phone buzzes and you find that you have two separate texts inviting you to partake in the choicest of hangs. Which will you choose?