Arrive at the bar

We got out of the uber right outside of the bar, which had a line out the door and nearly halfway down the block. Casey and most of the others were waiting on the curb, with us and one other car arriving last. Leading the way, she showed the bouncer her ID and showed them her phone and we were waved in ahead of the rest without having to have our IDs checked; the bar wasn't what I would consider classy or nice, but that seemed to be a perk in and of itself based on their attitude towards age. I had a fake ID for the few times I went out a semester, but I was glad it wouldn't be in the line of fire tonight. The pack was led by Casey to a small section that was roped off for a private event with its own bar, and a first round of drinks started to get passed out. In short order I had and downed a jaegerbomb and a shot of tequila, and was left sipping on some fruity mixed drink from the same family as frat house jungle juice as I settled back into comfortable intoxication. Casey was next to me, talking to one of her other friends about a guy who was here tonight or something.

The bar was in a little side room, with one door leading back into the way we came in and another into a big dance floor with a DJ. It was still only like 10:30, so it wasn't packed yet, but there was a decent crowd and they were playing music I liked. The guys who had come with us were now occupying the bar seats, looking out from there at their gathered prey. I made eye contact with a few, or rather they made eye contact with my tits, and it was pretty clear that we had about one beer's worth of time before it was a feeding frenzy. I finished my drink; either it was head out to dance or brave the guys staking out the bar for another drink. At least I might get one free?