Go get a drink

"Let's get a drink," you say.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind a drink," Caoimhe says.

"You don't seem the drinking type, if I'm honest."

"I can hold my drink!" Caoimhe says indignantly.

"If you say so."

You quickly move off to the drinks room, where the beds have been pushed to the side and the bedside tables from two rooms stacked together into one larger table. Atop said giant table is a beauty, dozens upon dozens of cans of beers, ciders, lagers and more, as well as quite a few bottles of spirits. Stacks of almost stereotypical red plastic cups stand to the side, and you grin as you look upon the beautiful sight.

The rest of the students sit among the beds, drinking and chatting. You notice a few girls who smile at you, and immediately your dick yells at you to try get with them. You pause, noticing Caoimhe's friends Katie and Beth are here.

"Oh, hey Katie, hey Beth," Caoimhe says. "You guys got here fast."

"Well, we're on the hunt for men," Beth says. "At least I am. Katie's just here to act like a grown-up."

"Shut it, Beth," Katie says. "So, what are your guys plans?"

"Oh, I don't know. Drink, chat, whatever," Caoimhe shrugs. "What do you think, Jack?"