Refuse to dress up like a girl

"I'm not putting on a dress and wearing make-up and looking like a chick," you say.

"Don't be such a whiner! Just dress up! You'll look beautiful, I promise!" Saoirse says.

"No, I'm not doing it. Not a fucking chance."

"Fine then," Saoirse says bitterly. "Well then, we need to prepare for the party, and we can't do that with a _boy _around the room."

"Fine, fine, no need to be a bitch," you say. "I'll go, then."

You turn, moving out of the room and walking down the hallway in a hurry to get out of there. Returning to your room, you find the lads intently in a competition to see which of you can bounce a rolled up sock off the window, off the wall and into the win. After unending failure at that, you eventually decide to head off to the party. Moving along the hallways and stairwell, you eventually find yourself at the Third Floor.

Impressively, it seems pretty much every single room on the floor has been taken over by the party. Seeing as no single dorm room is large enough for a party, the entire floor has been converted. You have to hand it to Saoirse and her friends, they've organised it well.

"Shit, this stuff is kickass. I pictured this as far shittier," Ben says.

You notice Grace, standing next to some friends by the entrance. She turns, looking to all of you.

"Oh, it's you guys. Hi, Jacqueline," Grace says tersely. "Sorry, I mean Jack."

Ben glances at you for a moment, an eyebrow raised, before he shrugs and looks back to Grace.

"Hey," you say, worried she's going to cause some trouble, but thankfully, she ignores you, talking to the others.

"Drinks are back in that room, chips and such are there, the dance floor's in there and there, punch there, private rooms are there and there," Grace says.

"Private rooms?" Ben asks.

Grace stares at him for a brief moment, before rolling her eyes.

"What do you think happens at a party, asshole?"

"****?"

"You're a dipshit," she sighs. "Sex, sex you stupid cunt."

With that, Grace turns, heading off, leaving you alone.