To the bar!

“When in doubt, get a drink!” you say, giving Jo a lopsided smile.

Grabbing you by the hand, Jo leads you through the crowd to the cheap wood bar. As you sit on one of the barstools, Jo goes behind the bar, grabbing you a beer and mixing herself a whiskey and coke. You regale her with all the various stories and exploits that have occurred in this basement. You tell her about “The Great Lesbian Make-Out”, “The Boob Luge Party”, and “The Jello Wrestling Incident” which had almost gotten your fraternity kicked off campus. As you talk, you notice that Jo is consciously sucking on her straw in a sensual manner and taking every opportunity to lick her lips and twirl a loose lock of red hair around her finger. She’s giving off every sign that she’s getting all hot and bothered. Things are seeming looking good for you later tonight.

You have no idea how right you will be.

As you talk, you notice Jo looking over your shoulder, at the steps leading up to the main floor. You see her getting a mischievous glint in her eye. Curious, you spin around in your seat to see what, or rather who, Jo is staring at.