Shooters!

"Wendy, I'm going to have a rum and Coke, and can you bring us three red-headed sluts?"

"More girls?" Lisa says. "We're not enough for you?" The girls laugh, as does Wendy. Lisa also orders a rum and Coke, Amy orders a vodka and 7up.

Wendy brings your drinks and shooters, and you, Lisa, and Amy toast your shooters, then start to drink your drinks. It's quiet for a moment, then Amy speaks up. "So John, have you hooked up with Wendy?"

You're taken aback by the question. "What? No, why?"

"Well, she keeps looking over here, and she's stopped by twice since she dropped off the drinks."

"Well....maybe she thinks you're cute. I know I do." You both smile. "Or, maybe she's just actually a good waitress. They do exist, from what I hear."

Lisa chimes in, "Nah, I think she just wants your cock."

You **** a laugh, and say, "Maybe, maybe." But now you can't help but glancing at Wendy, notice her looking over at your table, then giggling with two other waitresses. But, you quickly snap out of it, realizing that you're probably in for a threesome with Amy and Lisa, and you don't want to jeopardize that.

An awkward silence starts to take over the table, but luckily just at that moment, you notice a familiar face walking up the sidewalk. "Hey Brett," you call out.

Brett walks up to the railing, and you introduce Amy and Lisa to him, and him to the girls. Brett is in a local fraternity, Alpha Beta Potato, and is a pretty nice guy. His frat throws monster parties, but they're not the brightest guys.

"We're having a mixer with Zeta Zeta Phi (a national sorority) tonight, man, you should come by, bring your friends. It's gonna be wild. Four kegs, plus jungle juice. And you know tons of freshman chicks!" You blush a little at talking about other girls while Amy and Lisa are around, but Brett doesn't notice. "Well, I gotta go prep for the party. You know, get ****, do cock push-ups, that kind of thing. Ladies, pleasure to meet you, maybe I'll catch you tonight."

Everyone exchanges goodbyes, and Wendy brings free refills, compliments of your friend Trevor who's working at the central bar. You try to catch his eye to wave, but he's working with his back to you.

As you sip on your fresh rum and Coke, you think about your options. Party, stay at the bar, or head back to the dorm room.