A escape from the world...

Staying close to Jasmine Bryan and Kathryn make a left out of the room they just entered, then another right out of that room.

The penlight produces enough light that Kathryn can see, and Bryan notices her foot steps are a lot surer as she walks without fear of stubbing a toe or tripping on anything. Bryan squeezes her hand and she glances at him with a smile.

Another two turns, a left then another right, and the trio enters a larger room.

In the limited light produced by Jasmine's penlight Bryan can't see much, but he sees enough to make out that there’s a couch in this room, as well as some tables and chairs. All have seen better days. Bryan also barely makes out a long extension cord going coming from a small generator. Jasmine quickly moves to the generator. “I’ll get you a the directions for this room in a second. The number one rule of this room, is this generator. Everyone that uses this room has to know the how to fill it, how to start it, how to shut it down. They also have to know the signs of things going wrong, and when to get the hell on out of here. When you leave, and no one is in here, shut it off. We’re poor college students and the price of gas for this is better served on food, clothes and condoms.” Jasmine bends down, the penlight in her mouth. She flips a switch then grabs the cord, pulling it twice before it caught and started running.

With the generator running four lamps power up, two by each of the entrances, though Bryan notices one of the portals is blocked up by a large and heavy looking cabinet. With the lights on Jasmine pockets the penlight and walks over to the cabinet. “Another rule, is the cabinet. We keep stock of what is in here. You finish a bottle either replace it or tell an of age person that it’s empty so they can replace it.” She opens the cabinet and Bryan's jaw drops a bit as he see the bottles of liquor. Captain Morgan, Jaggermeister, Absolut. Others he can’t place.

“Wow, that’s a lot of booze.” Kathryn says from beside him.

Jasmine turns back to the two, “Also, no one gets drunk in here. As you just experienced, it can get confusing to get in and out. Plus there’s nowhere to throw up. You two have imbibed before, right?”

Bryan nods, as does Kathryn. “Yeah, I used to go to see the bar bands like every week since I was sixteen.” Kathryn states.

“Aren’t bars kind of dark?”

“Not by the stage. I had my brother or sister get the drinks, and I’d go to the bathroom with my sister. I’d pretend I was a little more drunk than I was so it wouldn’t look like I was weird or something.” Kathryn says, blushing a bit.

“Okay,” Bryan says, giving her hand a warm squeeze. Then he turns back to Jasmine, who was busy making some shots. “So what do you use this room for?”

Jasmine shrugs as she pours what looks like Lime Juice into the mixer, “To get away from it all. You can’t drink in the dorms, legally anyway. Plus, listen.”

Bryan listens for a secondm hearing nothing. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly. But when someone is going through the maze you hear EVERYTHING. Everything echoes into this here room. It’s really cool. You sit here, get buzzed and hear all the freshmen screaming for each other. Like playing Marco Polo in a pool.”

“Something against freshmen?”

Jasmine laughs, “Not at all. But we only choose a couple people to be allowed access to the room. You two made the grade by wondering if I was a slut. I’m not. I’m really not. I like to fuck, don’t get me wrong, but there has to be something about you. And you two had it.”

Bryan and Kathryn look at each other, then back at her and in unison say, “What?”