"Yeah, she’s pretty hot"

You watch her swaying ass head down the corridor, and respond when she might still be in earshot range.

“Yeah, she’s pretty hot,” you admit.

“That’s pretty messed up, man. She’s your fucking sister,” Dominic says, and he does not mean that in the sense of the sister you fuck.

“Well, come on… surely the other guys have talked about it.”

“I guess you have a point there,” Dominic chuckles. “There sure was lots of talking, but I don’t think anyone managed to turn that into anything. You should have seen some of the pick-up lines they tried… hilarious.”

“Hey, at least it wasn’t as cringe-worthy as the stuff they were saying to Charmaine,” a feminine voice says. The athletic brunette comes out of stairwell and extends a hand to you. “Hey, you must be Alex. My name’s Marissa, but my friends call me Mars.”

Mars

“Hey Mars,” you say, flashing her a smile, and she shakes her head, returning your smile.

“Yeah, I’ve got to admit, Charmaine had it worse,” Dominic says. “It didn’t help that some of those comments were low-key racist.”

“Charmaine’s black,” Mars chimes in. “Doesn’t make her any less gorgeous, mind you - she even makes me jealous sometimes. It’s crazy that she won’t even give most guys a second of her time!”

Dang, she makes Marissa jealous? What does Charmaine look like, and how does she beat out that toned ass and beautiful C-cup breasts you see before you? You’ve just got back on campus, and there’s already the prospect of so many girls…

“… so I’m not going to take you to the laundry room. Hey, you still with me Alex?” Dominic says.

“Oh yeah, you’re not taking me to the laundry room, I got it,” you say, while Mars waves to a stunning Russian girl with long legs and a shapely chest.

“Hey Tatiana, you mind taking Alex around the rest of the hall? I’ve got a cappella practice to run to,” Dominic says. “By the way, in case you didn’t know, Tatiana’s the other RA around here. She might not look the part, but inside, she’s secretly a big softie.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up Dom,” Tatiana says, trying to hit him, but barely missing as Dominic scampers away. “Anyways, nice to meet you Alex. I guess I’ll take you down to the laundry room then.”

Tatiana

“Dominic just said we didn’t have to,” you say. “Is there anywhere else that I should get a look at?”

“There’s the study rooms and music practice rooms,” Mars offers.

“Yeah, not too much to see there, but it’s a little tricky to work the lock sometimes,” Tatiana says, heading deeper into the building. “By the by, what are you planning on majoring in?”

“Chemistry, probably,” you say. “But really, it could be anything. I’m just most interested in Chem right now.”

“Sure, just wait until you get to orgo,” Tatiana says. “But really, there’s a weed out class in every major. It’s a miracle that anyone graduates around here.”

“Or you could do Comparative Literature like me, and never have to do a single weed out class,” Mars says. Her smile is infectious, and you find yourself smiling back.

“Yeah, but then you can’t find a job after college, so it kinda balances itself out,” Tatiana says. “Anyways, here’s the lock for the study room. You just have to swipe with your student ID and then put in the code, and then turn the handle like so…”

She demonstrates the weird twisting motion here, before pausing and frowning: “Yeah, those are moans that I hear. Not interested in busting them today.”

“Really? You mean I shouldn’t go in to meet them personally?” you ask, only half-sarcastically.

“It sounds like Griffin and Rachel. You’ll get to know them at some point, at a better time than this,” Mars says.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Tatiana says, shrugging. “I was planning on going to the dining hall here. You might want to come along and meet the rest of your hall mates, Alex.”

“Oh, well, I was about to get dinner with some friends on the other side of campus, and figured you might appreciate an invitation, Alex. What do you think?” Mars says.

With that, they both look at you expectantly. Who will you get dinner with?

Lisa +5
Mars +10
Dominic -10