Cori

Cori aimed her paintball gun along the sights and pulled the trigger. She sighed in frustration as the ball erupted about 2 feet to the right of her target. She had placed a scarecrow in the back yard of the sorority to get a little practice for tomorrow night. She checked her gun to see if there was anything wrong with it. It was a gaudy pink goofy looking thing, designed to make it absolutely clear that it was a toy and not a real gun. She wacked it against her palm. It remained pink, goofy looking, and presumably ineffectual.

"Let me guess: you're trying to befriend a flock of crows by slaying their mortal enemy" said her friend Craig, leaning over the fence surrounding the house's backyard.

Craig was a part of her circle. They weren't super close, but they'd always shared an easy friendship. The sorority was on his walk back from class and he'd often stop by to chat. Craig was good people.

"Nothing so noble. Just a bit of target practice." Practicing keeping creeps off my ass she added mentally.

She turned back and tried another shot. She tried to correct left, and was successful. Too successful. A pink paint splat erupted 3 feet left of the scarecrow.

She turned back to see Craig staring intently at her ass. There had never been any sexual chemistry between them. His look hadn't been the usual casual appreciation that guys would sometimes give her, it had been... appraising. In a flash it hit her that Craig might be at the House tomorrow night, masked up and horny like all of the other guys. She wondered if he'd seen her poor aim, perhaps making a note of her as easy prey. A confusing shiver of mixed arousal and offense traveled up her sign.

"Well I'll let you get back to it. See you around!" he said, strolling off and making no effort to hide the growing tent in his pants.