Dinner with Tatiana

“I’ll head over with you, Tatiana. It’s about time I met the others at the hall,” you say. “Sorry Mars.”

“No big deal,” Mars says, though she does look a little disappointed. “Catch you later then.”

With that, she heads out, and Tatiana nods towards the door. “I wouldn’t have been so eager as you to meet your hall mates,” she says. “They’re not a very impressive bunch.”

“Well, they’re just my type then,” you say. “You know what they say. Opposites attract.”

“It’s a good thing that you’re so positive then,” Tatiana says. “Anyways, you’ve seen the dining hall on the way in, it’s just right here. You have to swipe your ID to get in. You can come in as many times as you want a day, but keep track of how many meals you have left - they charge your account an absurd amount once you run out.”

“Thanks for the tip,” you say, nodding at the old man managing the cash register as you swipe in. He scowls back at you. Not a nice dude, huh.

“We get our food here on the right, then cross back to the left side to sit,” Tatiana says, pointing at the various food stations set up. After two weeks of hospital food, you realise that you’re absolutely famished for a taste of real food, until you realise that this too is shitty cafeteria food. In fact, if you’re not mistaken, this looks like the exact same caterer. Damn.

“Yeah, the selection’s not great,” Tatiana says, reading your face. “There’s a reason why the restaurants around here do well. That, and all the starving grad students.”

“Makes sense,” you say, scooping up pasta with some lumpy looking sauce onto your plate. “So, what do you do on campus?”

“Study, mostly,” Tatiana says. “I’m trying to finish my major in Political Science this year so that I can apply for the one year master’s next year and graduate with two degrees. I also help run the Model United Nations team - you interested in that space at all?”

She fills a mug up with tea and leads you back towards the left section of the cafeteria, where she heads towards a side table that could comfortably sit ten.

“I keep up with the news,” you say, “but I can’t say that I’ve ever been that into politics or international relations. You trying to recruit me for the team?”

“You get to sleep in hotel rooms,” Tatiana says. “With your teammates. It can be fun.”

You can’t tell if she’s trying to hit on your or not, but a nearby voice calls out, sparing you the trouble.

“Hi Tatiana, who’ve you brought for us today? He looks cute,” the girl giggles. She looks Hispanic, with long dark hair and very significant assets. Your eyes are so fixated on her breasts that you hardly notice the compliment she throws at you, before you raise an eyebrow at her.

“My name’s Alex,” you say, taking a seat at the table. “The guy who was in the hospital these last two weeks.”

“Oh, and a brave soul at that,” the girl says, flicking her hair. “My name’s Annalise. You going to the frat party tomorrow?”

Annalise

“Tomorrow’s a Monday…” you begin, confused.

“Stop trying to hit on everything that moves, Annalise. Or didn’t you get enough action last week?” Tatiana says.

“That was yesterday. Tomorrow’s a new day, Tatiana, and that means a new adventure,” Annalise says, grinning. “And yes, Alex, tomorrow is a Monday. The perfect day for a party, wouldn’t you think?”

“I would respectfully disagree,” another girl at the table says. “The best day for a party is pretty obviously Friday or Saturday, or are you high?”

“Maybe…” Annalise says, and she avoids Tatiana’s piercing gaze by looking down at you. Or, more specifically, your crotch. “Hey,” she mutters. “At least it wasn’t me who got caught with the booze in her room.”

The Asian girl across the table blushes. “That was because I thought the drinking age here was the same as in Taiwan, you numbskull. Why in the world do Americans only permit drinking at 21? It’s obscene!”

Christina

“The law’s the law,” Tatiana says. “And I better not catch you break it again, Christina.”

Christina visibly wilts as Tatiana glares at her, and you fork down another mouthful of pasta.

“So… you’re fine with us going to parties, but not fine with us drinking in the dorms?” you venture.

“Pretty much,” Tatiana says. “If you drink outside the dorm, it’s none of my business. Just don’t bring it back in, and you’re fine. Honestly, just don’t leave it lying around like somebody did here, and you’re fine.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten smashed every night and I don’t think Tatiana’s ever said a thing,” Annalise says, placing a hand on your thigh. It’s a nice feeling.

“That’s because you’ve been too drunk to remember what I’ve said,” Tatiana sighs, taking a deep sip of her tea. “At least Christina knows her limits.”

“Yeah, because I’ve actually been fucking allowed to legally drink my beer before, in my god-blessed litres, thank you very much,” Christina says. “So are you planning on going to the party tomorrow? I might show up, if work goes well.”

Before you can respond, you feel Annalise’s hand slide upwards, brushing against your member. You glance at her, wondering what she’s trying at, but she’s staring straight at Christina.

“It sounds interesting… I might go,” you manage to say, as you feel her hand squeeze your cock and then begin sliding into your waistband. It feels so good, but you’re in public. If you get caught, then everything is over.

What do you do?

Tatiana +10
Annalise +20
Christina +5
Mars -10