Up to Ally's room

Ally doesn't tell you much about herself as she slowly, slowly, makes the trek up the stairs to the bedrooms on the upper floors of the Delta Delta sorority house. Making several stops to lean against the wall and fumble in her jean pockets, you get more of a sense about Ally from the way her sorority 'sisters' interact with her as they make their way down to the ground floor for their mixer with the visiting frat house.

The other sorority girls ignore Ally, either with a **** effort of 'look the other way' or after a dubious vicseral reaction by giving you and her a wide birth. Ally's the typical 'black sheep' of her sorority, the other girls want nothing to do with her. The looks they give you are ice cold.

On the second floor landing, Ally stops and fumbles in her pants pockets again, finally finding what she was looking for: a crumpled pack of cheap cigarettes. She pats her pockets again while she searches for a lighter.

"Oh, Ally..." Only one girl actually acknowledges Ally, a rail-thin Caucasian girl, older and dressed down. She gives Ally a pitiable look as she passes her by on the stairwell, and gives you a meaningful, knowing look, too. But the girl doesn't stop, and soon you're left alone with Ally on the second floor.

Ally is clumsily looking for her lighter. You have a lighter.