At the central bar

"My friend is at that middle bar, let's grab a couple stools." You lead Amy and Lisa towards the bar in the middle of the place. You notice a lot of the guys in the bar taking notice of who's just walked in, and you feel delighted at your luck.

"Hey, John. Didn't expect to see you out tonight. How's it going?" It's Trevor, your friend and the bartender. He's older, 25 or so. He still takes classes at the campus, but he seems to be happy to be a bartender instead of a student. Very rarely do you pay anything at all when he's working.

"Hey Trevor, how's it going man? I want you to meet two of my friends from back home, this is Amy, and this is Lisa." They exchange hellos, and you catch a look that tells you Trevor seems to be really taken with Lisa. Neither of the girls notice, though; it's a look whose meaning you've learned over your three years in college. You store that information away for now, and say, "So, Trevor, what's good tonight?"

"Oh man, we finally got Honey Brown on tap, it's way better than the bottle. You girls alright with beer, or you want liquor?" Both girls say beer is fine, and Trevor pours three large glasses of Honey Brown. He's right, it's way better than the bottles, and before long, you, Amy, and Lisa are all on your sixth beers, and it's 11:00 PM. You had forgotten how much fun they are to hang out with, independent of their hotness.

Even more delightful is that two blondes you recognize from a sorority (though you can't remember which one) have joined your group. They are Brittany, who's taller and athletic, and Allison, who's shorter and less toned, but has really large tits. REALLY large tits. You begin to wonder if you should stay here, or try to get the party to move to a more private location. Specifically, inside your pants.