Head to South Wing instead

The only thing that could come from messing with Dixon was trouble. There was a time and place for it, eventually they would hopefully be able to remove him from campus and relocate him to a place behind bars. Unfortunately for now, that wasn’t a possibility.

Mark decided instead to head towards South Wing and find out who was out and about around there. He made his way inside one of the buildings. It was well known for the dance floor on the bottom level and tables upon tables above on the second floor that were used for particular drinking games.

In a mood to drink and a mood to knock down other drunk people a peg or two, Mark went upstairs to see what was going on.

The room wasn’t as packed as usual, most people were surrounding one table as they competed in a game of flip cup.

Most looked younger than Mark, most of them freshman. It didn’t seem like his sort of crew so he wondered a bit further until he saw an end of a beer pong game in the corner of the room.

A short brunette had just sunk the last cup of her male opponent who wasn’t happy with the final result. Not even wanting to drink the last cup and accept defeat, the guy stormed out, walking right past Mark, about to go downstairs.

The girl smirked, knowing she had gotten the better of her weaker male opponent. Seeing Mark approach the table, she made a comment, “Hate when people can’t handle losing.”

He recognised the dark hair girl at the end of the table as Zoe. She was a senior at Heathrow, a very strong out-there personality with a body to match it. Mark had never spoken to her before or had any real interactions with her but after almost two full years here, he had worked out the names of pretty much every single hot girl here.

There was no doubt that this girl was hot. Every aspect of her face was one of beauty, from her cute little nose to her baby blue eyes. She had on leather black pants that clung tightly to her legs. Zoe also had on a white sweater that she wore over the top of what looked like a tank top.

“Have you lost at all tonight?” Mark asked her.

She shook her head, “Haven’t had an opponent challenge me enough to beat me yet.”

“You’ve got one right here,” Mark said, smiling as he approached the opposite side of the table to her.

They both looked each other down, both with smirks on their face indicating some form of confidence in their abilities to win a simple game of beer pong.

“You’re on dude,” she said.