The Rathskellar

As you left the room, you lifted Cindy’s flask. You downed what remained in a single gulp. It burned going down, but left you warm inside. You were undeniably buzzed. You wanted more. There were only two places you could go to get more, at least without breaking the rules; The Lounge and the Rathskellar.

You slid the empty flask along the floor back the way you came. You hoped it went far enough that they thought you went that way. Even if it didn’t work, Cindy would take the time to chase it down and see if you left anything in it. As you reached the exit, you tossed Larry’s shorts towards the stairs he and Cindy had come down. You hoped they were visible enough to at least cause him to go chase them down.

Finally, after leaving through the double doors, you wrapped Anne’s bra around the outside handles. You doubted that Anne would let the others ruin her bra by forcing the doors open. They would either have to go to another door or try to work it off through a partially open door.

Hastily, you crossed the street and went in the student union. You immediately took the doors to your right. It got you out of sight of anyone in Fredrickson Hall. Even if Cindy had cheated and was watching, she wouldn’t know if you had gone up the stairs, down the stairs or into the hall on the other side.

You paused a moment to get your bearings. Your head was spinning from whatever had been in Cindy’s flask. While you enjoyed the buzz, it left you wanting more. The safe play would have been to go straight. That hallway lead to The Lounge. It was usually crowded. You could hide there in plain sight. You could also get a drink. While they usually checked ID’s, you had your fake with you.

The RathSkellar was a little more risky because there were only two ways in; a single set of stairs and the freight elevator. The freight ehid you levator needed a special key to operate. On the other hand, it was less known. While there was a good chance that the others would figure that you would try to get another drink, there was a good chance that they wouldn’t think to look for you in the Rathskellar. You were pretty sure that Larry and Anne didn’t even know about it. While Cindy knew about it, you were pretty sure that she didn’t know you knew about it. Even if they came in, whoever was tending bar would hide you behind the bar. It might cost you a blowjob, but that was a price you would be willing to pay (but only if you couldn’t convince them to accept it from either Cindy or Anne).

You turned to go down the stairs. At the first turn you paused. You heard a noise behind you. It sounded a lot like Cindy and Anne arguing. You quickly but quietly exited the stairwell and crossed to the other set of stairs. They took you down to the lowest level in the Union. It was a dark down there. Less than a third of the ceiling lights were lit. Pieces of seldom used equipment cluttered the hallway, adding shadows to the dimly lit way. You had to pick your way through the mess cautiously.

When you saw a small blob dart between a couple of food carts, you stopped. The blob was a small robot that had been disguised to look like a mouse. You looked to your right. There was small brown rectangle on the yellow door. You had to squint to read the white letters on it. It took you two attempts before your were sure that it said Rathskellar rather than “STORAGE” or “ELECTRICAL”. You pulled the door open and walked through.

"Hi Pete!" you called out as you entered. Peter Smith was one of the grad students who tended bar at the Rathskellar. He grunted at you and started wiping the counter again. You looked around. There weren't a lot of people there.

Sitting in the corner was Professor Jill Nebar. She was a small quiet woman who taught Math 101 or what most called high school Algebra. You knew this because of the guy sitting next to her, Mitch Mason, was one of her students. He had stopped you one evening in the Library seeking your help with her class. Given his devilish good looks, you had been quite willing to help him. However, he had his hand inside your t-shirt and under your bra before you could get through the first problem. The look on Professor Nebar's face and the way her blouse was pulled tight across her small breasts suggested he was making the same moves on her.

In the other corner, James Stills and Bill Stanes were sitting at another table. From their stools they were tossing darts at the target on the wall. Both were seniors who, from time to time had helped out in the Chemistry lab.

The rest of the tables in the room were empty. Balls were spread over the pool table, but no one was actually playing. Likewise, the foosball table was empty.

A quick glance at the clock indicated that you had quite some time before the game ended. You figured you might as well do something to pass the time.