Amy makes them stop for liquour.

Every eye was on Bianca as they walked through the campus and out into the surrounding residential area they called, "frat row."

Bianca tried to cover up her underboobs, cleavage, and camel toe with her hands whenever they got too close to another group of students, and Amy let her. It was hotter, for the moment, for Bianca to act embarrassed.

Before they got to the frat house with the party, they passed a seedy looking liquor store.

"We don't want to show up empty handed, do we? Why don't you go in and get a bottle of vodka."

"But, I'm only 18," Bianca said, "and I don't have a fake ID!"

"I suspect," Amy said looking pointedly at how Bianca was dressed, "that you might be able to work something out with the cashier."

"Ugh, fine. Just give me my credit card."

"Nah, that's something you can work out with the cashier, too."

"What! What am I supposed to do?"

"Not my problem, just come back with a bottle of vodka."