Explore upstairs.

The second level of the frat house is just as populous as the downstairs, only that most of the party-goers are chilling on the outdoor deck. Suddenly a gang of three tipsy coeds rush by, giggling their cute little tushies off on their way out. "Hey stud," greets one, a little black-haired doll with her bra and top in a bit of a mess. "You wanna make out?" She wraps an intrusive hand around your waist and grabs a whole ass cheek. Her friend drags her away before she gets to do anything regretable in the morning. Of course, if you waited around some, there might yet be an opportunity to tap that ass later.

But the idea is interrupted as someone familiar shows up in the corner of your eye. Looking just slightly, you notice one Diane Ward-- your ex-girlfriend from high school-- talking amongst a group of people. Casually she looks in your direction, not tipping off to anyone that she's seeing something of a ghost. The two of you haven't talked since the break up, and that was just a month before the start of summer. That might be for the best. Still, it's hard to forget the times when you wrapped your arms around her waist, and kissed the smooth white skin of her nape, and savored the aroma of her short auburn hair.

Hmm... looks like she might be coming your way...