(set in the early 2000s, before hooking up apps existed, and chat rooms were all the rage)
Ashley really didn’t like this conversation. She was sitting in a local college bar with the other math grad and doctoral students from the university. Even though there was a much bigger city nearby that most of the students from her school would go to so they could revel with the students from the much larger university located there, the bar was packed. They were towards the back of the bar; the noise was loud but not deafening.
Ashley wouldn’t normally come out drinking, but midterms had just finished, and she had a particularly hard one in Partial Differential Equations. God that class was hard, like rethink getting a PhD in mathematics hard. She agreed to join them and had ordered a girly drink, but now she regretted coming.
“Seven” said Miranda with a chuckle, her large breasts shook to join her large tummy. “Another prime number!” responded Ethan, he had said five. They were all past tipsy, but not quite drunk. “Wooo” said Mark, high fiving Ethan. Mark had been the only broken double digits with eleven, another prime. That made sense, Mark was really hot, especially for someone involved in math. Ashley had answered “x” when asked and when probed confessed “x is greater than 0”. She really didn’t want to say it was actually one.