You decide to invite a few guys.

After a moment, you decide there can’t be any harm in bringing a few friends too. You knock on the door next to yours. A brown-haired guy opened the door. You introduce yourself. He identifies himself as Tom. You explain about the party and ask if Tom is interested in going. His eyes light up when you tell him it’s a Tau Alpha Pi party. He readily accepts and says he already knows a few guys in the dorm who he knows would like to go. You tell him to gather them up, and meet in the lounge at 9:30.

At the appointed time you meet Tom and his crew. There’s a carrot-topped guy named Tim, a tall bond guy called John, a short blond guy named Chris, a lanky black kid named Jordan, and a tom-boyish girl with brown hair and a thick build who went by Sam. Once everyone is together you leave the dorm and head out for the frat house.

Long before you see the house, you can hear it. It’s a nice looking red-brick building with black shutters, and an earthy trim --not at all what you were expecting. At the front door a big, beefy guy with a short buzz cut, and red, puffy cheeks bars your entrance. “Fucking freshmen,” he grunts at you, “move on, this is a brother only party.” You explain that you are there on Ben Pultowski’s invitation. They guy belches and grunts, “Stay there!” As he makes his way inside you can hear him cursing at you under his breath. A few minutes later he returns with Ben.

Ben looks a lot different than you remember him. He is darkly tanned, which stands out in stark contrast to his bleached spiked hair. He’s got a traditional frat-boy look, with a pink polo shirt complete with the popped collar. He is wearing plaid shorts, and Birkenstocks. He looks at you and sways on unsteady feet. Then he slurred, “I thought I told you not to bring a group”. He’s already been drinking a lot.

“It’s not a group,” you say, just a few friends, then you grab Sam’s arm, “and my date.” She looks shocked for a second then puts her thick arm around you.

“Fine.” Says Ben. At least he’s not an angry drunk. “But don’t cause trouble, or you’re all out of here, and you,” he says turning and looking about three feet past you, “you can forget about pledging.”

You hope everyone takes that to heart. The beefy guy lets you pass, and you enter into the dim, smoky house. Just beyond the front hall there’s a living room, lined with guys. “Don’t go in there!” Ben shouted over the commotion. You are curious though, based on the cheers coming from that room, something good is going on. Ben then directs you to the keg, and abandons you for the living room.

You, Tom, and the others huddle around and sip beer. It’s clear you aren’t welcome here. After twenty minutes John speaks up. “Fuck this, they don’t want us here, so why are we staying. Whatever is going on here is going on in the room we’re ‘not allowed’ into. Come on, there are like twenty parties where we would be welcome.”

The others nod in assent, except Sam. She stood defiantly in the floor looking around. “I think he,” she motions to you, “should find out what’s going on in the living room. Or at least dance with his ‘date’.” You look at her, surprised, and for the first time really see her. She’s about 5’ 7” with neck-length brown hair, most of which is tucked under a ball cap. Her fleshy face isn’t made up at all, and she’s not wearing any jewelry. She’s wearing an old t-shirt over a very large chest. Under her shirt, she has a bit of a belly-bulge, although her waist is trim. She is wearing baggy cargo pants and Doc Martens. Overall, she’s not unattractive, although you do get a strong lesbian vibe off of her. You laugh off her comment, and think about a response.

You could leave with everyone else and find a more welcoming party. Or you could agree to stay with Sam, and see what develops with her, and the mysterious events in the living room.