Go meet the other young men in your dorm.

You decide to split the difference between going out and staying in, and explore your dorm. Leaving your room, you wander the halls for a while. Most people seem to have headed out, but near the end of the floor below yours you hear voices that seem to be engaged in idle conversation. Curious, you head toward them.

In the double at the hall's end, you find five people sitting in chairs and perched on beds in a convivial group. Directly across from the entrance, sitting on one of the beds, is a tall, well-built Black guy with close-cropped hair. Next to him is a petite blonde girl whose tank top and gym shorts show off the fact that she's well-muscled and athletic, with hardly any tits or ass to speak of. Lounging in a cheap papasan is a white dude with a buzzcut and alert eyes, and sitting comfortably on the floor beneath him is a brunette girl with glasses. A sandy-haired white guy is sitting on the other bed in the room, looking subdued.

"Hey there," you say, popping your head into the open doorway. "I'm Luke, I'm upstairs. There a party going on in here? No one really seems to be around..."

"I dunno if it's a party, but you can come on in, man," says the Black guy. "I'm Mikey; this room is mine and Sam's." The sandy-haired guy - Sam, clearly - raises a hand by way of greeting. "That's Bruce, and these are Maureen and Clara." Maureen is the petite blonde, who waves at you, and Clara's the brunette, who offers a shy smile. Mikey continues, "We've got a few beers you're welcome to share if you keep 'em quiet."

"Don't mind if I do," you say with a grin, letting yourself into the room. You perch on the edge of the desk, where you can see everyone. "Are you in this dorm too, Bruce?"

"Nah," Bruce says, cracking open a can of Miller Lite and passing it to you. "Mikey and I are both on the soccer team, so we've been here a couple of weeks already for training." As you take a sip of the beer, he asks, "Did you lose your maid already?"

"Lose - ? I - no, no I didn't 'lose' her...what do you mean?" you ask, frowning.

"Poor Sam here already had his maid leave him," Maureen says lightly. Sam sighs. "Don't worry about it, Sammy! She's a gold-digging bitch. You'll find another maid soon enough."

"She went off with that Jared guy," Sam explains, looking glum. "The one who spoke at the ceremony? Said she figures if he won last year, and he'll take her, that means she's got a decent shot at impressing him. He just laughed when she brought him by to pick up the charm. Said something about knowing exactly how to treat a girl like her." He scowls. "I'd treat her well! Come on! She didn't even know me yet!"

"Sorry, man. That sucks," you say sympathetically. "So you are...?" you glance over at Maureen.

"Oh, I'm Mikey's maidservant," she says cheerily. Mikey raises his beer can to hers, and they toast.

"And Clara here's with me," says Bruce, gently stroking her hair. The girl smiles up at him.

"Why don't you invite your girl to come by, Luke?" Mikey suggests. "You gotta work at maintaining a relationship, it's not just gonna happen, you know."

"Yeah, I guess I could," you say, slightly uncertainly. Will Jenny actually come? You're not sure. But then, Mikey might have a point...better to invite her than not, surely...?

Pulling out your phone, you snap a quick picture of the group. "Say cheese!" Everyone raises their beer to the camera, and you send the picture off to Jenny, following it up with a text message.

Luke: Hey. Hanging out with some people at my dorm. Wanna join? We have beer!

You watch your phone nervously, practically holding your breath.