Get a drink.

Megan knew what she wanted to do first. Even though she was eighteen and under the legal drinking age, she'd heard rumors that boys from fraternities didn't mind that and would give **** to girls at their parties. The thought of drinking - like a real adult, not some little girl - and defying her father's explicit orders not to experiment with **** made her decision easy, even if she felt a little uncomfortable around so many new and strange people.

Keeping close to the wall to avoid attention, she slipped past the crowd around the staircase and tried to find the kitchen. A girl bumped into her, but did not so much as turn around to apologize; Megan squeaked out an apology and kept going, but stopped when she saw the boy in Greek letters pouring out beer from a keg in the room she was in. Beyond him, she could see the kitchen and a wide variety of glass bottles.