Dusk approaches

The afternoon passes painfully slowly for you. You start a half dozen odd tasks around the apartment. You try working over schoolwork, doing a little bit of much needed cleaning. You pull the surprisingly crusty sheets off your bed and the pillowcase off your pillow. You can see the dark halo where you sweated clear through the fabric. You toss them into your gathering pile of laundry in your hamper, mentally calculating how much longer you can go before needing to do an obnoxiously big load of laundry.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket and pull it out.

Alice: Ok, good to hear, thanks for texting me back

You shrug, puttering about your apartment while your mind and focus eventually return to tonight.

You figure that if you are looking to get lucky tonight that you really have two options: the Old Towne Bar and Greek Row. Your eyes narrow as you pace through your apartment to another half started and half finished odd tasks around the apartment; you grab the garbage bag out of the bathroom and dump it into the kitchen garbage.

But will just getting lucky cut it? You have to wonder if this morning with the jogger was a convenient fluke. Really, you want to kick yourself in the butt for not at least getting her name, beside the whole Vernius business, she was cute and a good lay. You have to imagine that a girl like that could open a lot of doors for you on Greek Row if she went with.

Greek Row. Your eyes narrow as you pull out the kitchen garbage and start hauling it outside to the dumpster for your apartment complex. You have to admit that the idea of going down to Greek Row stag fills you with curiosity and a little dread. You are quite sure that, by going stag, without any girls, that your chances of actually getting into any Greek parties were going to be abysmally low. But, you think as you chuck your garbage into the dumpster, you still at least should give getting into a party a shot. Who knows, you may not even have to get into a party. You’d heard before from guys at Poly State bloviating about their last sexual conquests coming from just meeting girls on the sidewalk outside a party and hooking up. Now whether such stories were true or just the invention of some good old fashioned male bravado was another matter.

But, you consider, starting to walk back to your apartment again, that if nothing else you could always go to the Old Towne Bar instead. The pickings there were usually slimmer; fewer college students, more old and tired locals; generally older and gruffer, the sort of place that played more classic rock than modern club music.

You climb the stairs to your apartment, going inside and getting to work on another odd task, trying to keep your mind and hands busy. Then your phone buzzes again.

Louise: Cool, I’ll swing by around 11ish then

You text Louise back quickly.

YOU: Sounds good, see you tomorrow

And your mind returns to parties and the mechanics of where to go out tonight. You start to wonder again if there’s any women who might want to go out with you tonight. Obviously not Marcy. Certainly not Kathrine either. Alice? Absolutely not, she's being too weird these days. Louise? Now that’s a thought, you think, stroking your chin for a moment and then pulling out your phone yet again, pulling up Louise’s number.

YOU: Hey Louise, you know about any parties happening tonight in town?

You hit send, and go back to your odd jobs, **** to burn daylight while plans for the evening play on repeat in your mind. Go out, maybe with Louise, maybe to Greek Row, maybe to the Old Towne Bar, where ever there are pretty women to be had. Find one that you like and that likes you, take her back to your empty apartment and fuck all night. You nod, grinning. A good, if rather simple, plan to be sure.

Finally, the sun sets, and you start getting ready to go out. You get your wallet and ID together, brush your teeth, pocket some breath mints for the road, eat a “small” snack of two whole sandwiches, and pre-game with a shot of something strong before you head out.

OOC: Comment with which "option" I should start working on first