Go to the party

"Well," says Jessie as he rubs his forehead. "There's that party tonight."

You frown, "you mean Jared's party? That little prick. I hate that guy."

"I'm not a fan of the idea either," retorts Jessie, a sour expression on his face.

"Now that I'm a girl I've even more reason to hate the guy," you continue frowning deeper.

"We shouldn't have to interact with him. Just pick up some girls and... well get them pregnant..." Jessie trails off shaking his head.

"You mean drunk girls who don't know any better," crossing your arms.

"Ya, probably, but do you know a better place?"

You shake your head this time after trying to think for a minute but coming up with no better options, "no, I don't."

Hours later you walk in on the party, though strangers, no one cares or notices. First thing the two of you do is grab a beer, but not for drinking, but for the appearance of drinking. You want to be thinking clearly as you peruse the party guests for suitable targets or rather victims.

"This is sick," says Jessie under his breathe. "Now I truly do feel like a predator."

You do not respond sharing the same sentiment.