Follow Alexis to the basement bathroom

First, you put the rest of your things into your backpack and put it on. You've got plenty of product still: it's always wise to carry extra in case the customer decides they want to add to an order. These will come in handy with Alexis, you think to yourself.

Next, you make your way back through the Delta Delta dining area into the sorority's kitchen area, where Alexis disappeared to.

In the kitchen, there's a door that looks like it leads outside, and, turning, you notice that, back down at the end of the kitchen there is another section. As you walk, you hear the loud, unmistakable sound of nasal inhalation signaling **** ingestion. Walking into the pantry/cellar area, you find Alexis, with the bathroom door wide open, using the flat edge of her crucifix necklace to bring up a clump of cocaine to her nose.

With no shame, Alexis sucks up the blow. Turning to you, she holds up two baggies of white powder and asks, "Which one's the molly?" (referring to MDMA).

"The pieces of Molly look longer, bit more color to them" you tell her helpfully. "The ketamine looks like sugar."

"Nice," Alexis nods in approval, and busts open the MDMA bag. Using her pinky nail, she lifts some into her mouth. Not a small amount, either.

You step into the bathroom with Alexis. Like almost everyone experiencing the initial effects of cocaine, she is a little more hyper aware of everything, and notices that her false eyelashes aren't exactly perfect. As she leans forward (bending over the sink and exposing her ass as the miniskirt hikes up), she finally attempts to converse with you.

"I don't feel like doing this lame mixer. All the frat guys are fucking gay." You doubt that's true, but you don't contradict her. "You said you had something more fun to do?"

Turning back to you, Alexis bats her eyelashes.