Bring Caoimhe

"I'm bringing Caoimhe," you say.

"Shit. Hey, Ben?" Lukas asks.

"What?" Ben replies.

"Are those two faggots about to bum each other?"

"That's getting fairly homophobic," you point out.

"Hey Jack, is that stick up your ass turning you on?" Ben asks.

"Fuckers," you say, heading out the door with Daniel. "So Daniel, who's Mercedes?"

"Some girl I've been seeing."

"Is it serious?"

"Yeah, the wedding's next week."

"Fuck off, you sarcastic bitch," you say, pausing in the stairwell. "I'll talk to you at the party. Enjoy doing whatever the fuck with whoever the fuck."

"See you then," he says.

You quickly head off to Caoimhe's room, finding yourself at the second floor as the door with the brass '1' on it. You knock on the door, as it swings open to reveal Katie.

"Hey, Katie. Is Caoimhe there?"

"Yes," Caoimhe says, popping into the doorway. "Hey, Jack. How are you?"

"Hey, I wanted to know if you're able to come to that party Saoirse's having with me."

"Oh," Caoimhe says. "I didn't really think I was going to go to that. I mean, I wasn't really invited."

"Fuck that, come on anyway. It'll be great fun. They'll be under-age drinking, and ****, and... this isn't appealing to you at all, is it?"

"Not exactly," Caoimhe says.

"Shoot, I'll come!" Katie says. "I've never tried drinking."

"You're not invited," Caoimhe says.

"Sure I am. I do Biology with Ashley, I help her cheat and she doesn't act like a bitch to me, and for a plus she invited me to this. Beth, you want to be my plus one?"

"Sure," Beth replies from out of view.

"Well, you're not going to stay here alone all night are you? Plus, it's good for impressions if I show up with my beautiful girlfriend, won't it?"

"That charming mouth won't be able to get you everywhere," Caoimhe smiles.

"I doubt it'll ever get me in trouble," you wink. "Plus I can think of a few places we'd both love it to get me."

"Fine, I'll go," Caoimhe says. "But only because it's you."

"Perfect," you grin. "Delightful."

"Let me get ready," Caoimhe says. "I need to get changed."

"Cool," you say, waiting outside.

After a few boring minutes standing outside as you try to convince yourself that your **** longing for a cigarette isn't an addiction, the door opens back up, and Caoimhe appears. She's in a slightly less dirty uniform, with a light touch-up of make-up. Although her skirt isn't quite as short as the other girls you've seen heading to the party and her shirt is buttoned up to pretty much kill any chance of cleavage, she does look cute.

"Sorry about that," Caoimhe says.

"Don't be, you look lovely," you say. "Shall we go?"

"Sure," Caoimhe nods. "See you there, guys."

With that, you head off on the incredibly short journey to the Third Floor, and admittedly you are taken aback when you say what's waiting there. Impressively, it seems pretty much every single room on the floor has been taken over by the party. Seeing as no single dorm room is large enough for a party, the entire floor has been converted. You have to hand it to Saoirse and her friends, they've organised it well.

"Well, this is better than expected."

"Is it? It's dark and the music's not very good."

"You're not really the party type, are you?"

"No, the school musical throws stuff all the time that gets really bitching," Caoimhe says, rolling her eyes.

You notice one of Saoirse's friends, the redheaded Grace, standing next to some friends by the entrance. She turns, looking at you.

"Oh, Jack. You're showed up. And..." Grace says, staring blankly at Caoimhe for a good ten seconds.

"Caoimhe," Caoimhe says. "We share English and Math."

"Alright, if you say so. I don't recall inviting you, and I doubt anyone else did."

"Jack invited me," Caoimhe says nervously. "Is... is that OK? I can go if that's a problem."

"It's not a problem," you tell Caoimhe, before scowling at Grace. "Stop being a bitch, Grace."

"Fine, fine. Just trying to keep a level of class up around this place," she says. "Drinks are back in that room, chips and such are there, the dance floor's in there and there, punch there, private rooms are there and there."

"What are the private rooms for?" Caoimhe asks innocently.

Grace stares at your date for a brief moment, before rolling her eyes and turning to talk to her friends.

"You're lucky you're cute when you're naive," you smile. "That's where the people go to screw around."

"Oh. That explains a lot of the noises coming from in there," she says, blushing.

"So, what will we do?" you ask.

"Whatever you want," Caoimhe replies.