Head out drinking with Sarah and her friends

You set an alarm for 11:50, and put your head on the pillow, gently falling asleep.

The ringing of your phone breaks you from your sleep as you let out a pained groan, breaking free of your sheets as you look around to silence your phone.

"You fucking dick!" Lukas says.

"Kill yourself!" Ben loudly complains.

"Sorry!" you say, spotting your phone among the sheets of your bed and quickly switching off the alarm.

You climb out of bed, grabbing your pair of shoes and slipping them on. You creep out the door of your room, quickly heading to the stairwell and pushing it open. You quickly make your way down the staircase, down three floors and onto Floor 2. You find the room with the bronze '2' on it, gently rapping your knuckles against it.

The door opens, and you're greeted by a small girl with short black hair cut in a bob.

"Uh... hi," you say, as she stares at you.

"What's the code?" she asks.

"Shit, uh... please?"

"Who is it?" you hear Angie whisper.

"Sarah's cousin," the short girl answers back. "Uh... what's your name again?"

"Jack," you reply.

"Hi, I'm Paula," she smiles. "Come in."

You walk inside, finding three other girls sitting on the bunk beds. The first one, Angie, wears her beret and a brown leather jacket over her uniform. Over her knees is a Chemistry Textbook, which Angie uses to roll a few blunts, her fingers twisting rolling papers.

"Hey, Jack," Angie says. "This is Paula, the blond's Samantha and the black girl's Ash."

Next to her sits a tall, slender girl with shoulder-length blond hair dyed with a pink streak. Next to her is a caramel-skinned girl with frizzled hair who's playing with a lighter.

"Hey," Ash says.

"Yeah, hi," Samantha shrugs.

"We'll be going in just a minute," Angie says. "I just have to finish with this."

"Where do you even get noge here?" you ask.

"We have a guy," Paula says, sitting down.

"Fuck off, I'm _your _guy," Angie says, finishing rolling the joint. "There's a window open at the bottom floor that doesn't lock, we're climbing out there."

"Alright," you nod, as the group quickly packs up their things.

"Be a gent and carry this," Angie says, offering you a backpack.

You grab it, hearing the glass bottles inside clink together and the burning liquid within sloshing around, and sling it over your back. You follow the group down to the bathroom at the bottom floor, heading to the back of it. Angie pushes open the bathroom window that can't lock, and pulls herself up. You're hoping to get a shot of her panties as she pulls herself up, but unfortunately her skirt is long enough to obscure it. She pulls herself through, followed by Ash and Samantha, both of which also have long enough skirts. At least with Paula her short stature causes her to struggle climbing out the window a little, her skirt riding up. This gives you the perfect shot of her red panties with a white stripe going across it, stretched across her tiny, tight little ass. She wiggles it to you as she tries to pull herself up, and you grin, appreciating the view.

"Fuck, it's too high," Paula complains.

"Jack, give her a push up," Angie suggests.

Never one to let an opportunity go to waste, your hands grab her ass, squeezing it tightly as you give her a push, pushing her up by her ass to the window ledge. You give it a final squeeze before gently slapping her ass as she reaches the window.

"Thanks," Paula says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

You grab the ledge after her, pulling yourself through the window and popping out into the cold night. You walk alongside the group, heading out towards the old lake. You pass the lake, which is, suiting the name, surprisingly clear. You quickly come across the others, mainly girls you vaguely recognize from earlier as well as Sarah.

"We come bearing gifts!" Angie smiles. "Mule boy, give us the bag."

You nod, pulling off the bag and opening it. Angie pulls out a pair of bottles, both Whiskey, offering them to the group. She takes out another two, also handing them away.

"Hey, Jack," Sarah smiles. "Glad you came out."

"Uh, thanks," you nod.

You sit down with the others, forming a circle in the group. The group passes around the whiskey in a clockwise fashion, as well the joint. When the first bottle reaches you, you raise it to your lips, taking a long gulp of the whiskey. It burns on the way down and depending on how much you drink it'll probably burn on the way up, but it feels good to drink. You only get two drags off the joint, and by the time it reaches you it burns to suck down, but you're rewarded by the immediate dizziness as oxygen floods into your lungs after you exhale, a grin appearing on your face as you drink and smoke your troubles away.

After about an hour of talking, drinking and smoking, you unfortunately haven't. From movies, you'd think a game of Truth of Dare or at least a Spin the Bottle would come about, but unfortunately it doesn't. Eventually though, Ash perks up with an idea.

"You know there's an old abandoned building just past the woods. Used to be an office building until it went under," Ash suggests. "Want to go investigate, trash what can be trashed?"

"Yeah!" a few choices chime in.

"Fuck that!" Angie complains. "I'm happy staying here rather than exploring that boring shithole.

"Fine, whoever wants to can stay here," Ash shrugs.

Seeing as you're in no mood to head out to go investigate some old, empty building that's of no interest, you're left sitting there. Besides you, the only ones to stay behind are Sarah, Angie and Paula, as well as Chris, one of the other boys, who at this point is barely managing to stand, lying on the ground and staring at the sky nervously.

"Come on, let's keep drinking," Sarah says, scooting closer to you to tighten the circle.

Sarah falls over slightly, her land landing on your crotch as she tries to steady herself. Her fingers wrap around its outline as you feel blood surging towards it, tightening shortly. She pushes off, steadying herself again.

"Sorry," she smiles. "I guess I'm a little tipsy."

Sarah grabs one of the remaining unfinished bottles of whiskey, taking a gulp and giggling. It's clear she's really drunk.

"Fucking hell," Angie says, standing up. "You and Paula are drunk as fuck."

"Am not," Sarah smiles, before breaking into giggles again.

"I need to go pee," Angie says, walking towards the woods.

Angie pauses, stumbling down to a knee and resting her hand on your shoulder. You go to help her, before she leans her head in right next to your ear.

"I've got an extra joint stashed away," she whispers. "If you want, you can come smoke it with me. Don't tell the others."

She stands up straight again, raising an eyebrow before walking off towards the woods.