Frat Crash Fail

Yesterday was so long ago that its hard to tell if it was real. Your head pounding and the rest of you resigned to a dull ache.

You know you got drunk... that was a given comsidering the monster hangover but the details are a little fuzzy somewhere after your fifth beer. Brian and the others wanted to drink a bit of their courage before storming the Delta Zeta house so you obliged a few drinks. You remember storming in through the back door... alone... whooping and hollaring only to find you were the only one there.

Things became fuzzier still. Nothing explained the reason your wrists were bound behind your back or the salty taste in your mouth... or the reason you were on cold hardwood instead of sleeping it off in your own bed.

Did the guys bail on you?

Was this a set up?

An odd hazing rirual?

Or were you just the result of a kinky date with some hot number you met at the party?