Drink more

Beer pong, they say, used to be a game to get you drunk fast. That was in the days of weak livers and cheap, watery beers, though. This is the age of hard liquor and hard drinking, so you, Greg, Alaina, and Marlena are barely even tipsy. Salja is looking a little drunker, but she's still got plenty of fight left in her to last the rest of the night.

"Let's get to it," you say, slamming a bottle of vodka onto the table. "Does anyone have any chase?"

"You can share mine," Salja says, offering up her two-liter bottle of Coke.

"Shots?" Marlena suggests. It seems like the others all agree, and you fill up five shot-sized red plastic cups and pass them around.

You toss them back, and Alaina shouts "Cheers!"

Another round of shots is poured, and another round of shots gets pounded back.

The night begins to blur as the shots continue. You and Greg manage to take another two, but the girls tap out after one.

"We should do something!" Alaina insists, red in the face and beaming. She's clinging to your arm, and you can't help but like it.

"Sure!" you slur. "What do you got in mind?" you ask, eyebrows waggling with drunken seductiveness.

"Does anyone have any weed?" she asks.

"I've got two joints in my room," Salja says. "We can run back and grab those?"

You look around the room. It's clear that if the five of you try to light up here, everyone in the room will want a hit. Plus, it could be nice to spend a little alone time with your floormates. More importantly, it could be nice to spend some alone time with the girls. "Do you want to find somewhere else to smoke up?" you ask.

"That sounds fun!" Marlena says. "We can just walk around outside and look for a good spot!"

"Alright," you say. You look down at Salja. "Do you want to go grab those joints?"

Salja is looking pretty smashed, but she's still with you. "Sure!" she says.

"We'll be back in a sec," you say to the others. You hold the door for Salja and she leads you down the hall to the room that she shares with Ashley. As you walk down the hall, you hear a strange noise coming from one of the rooms, but you can't pinpoint which one.

"They're just in my bedside table," Salja says. She reaches into the deep pockets of her baggy jeans. It takes her a second to find her room key, but she comes up with it quickly enough. "Should only take me a second."