Buy the roofies. You’re going to bag a ChiO girl tonight

You discreetly pass a couple bills to the guy, knowing that attention is the last thing that you want to draw right now.

“Life’s more fun this way,” he smiles, palming the bills. He turns away for a second, and then places a single white pill in your hand. “You ever done this before?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” you say, trying to play it cool. “Why should I tell you?”

“Just looking out for my fellow man,” he shrugs. “But if you’re really as green as you look, here’s a tip. Wipe that hesitation off your face. Makes you look guilty even before you start, and fuck, girls like a confident man anyways.”

“Appreciate it,” you say, closing your fist around the pill.

“And careful with that thing,” he says, tapping your hand. “Too much pressure and it’ll be dust in the air, long before you get it in some girl’s drink. Shit’s made to dissolve easily.”

With that, he leans back against the wall and takes a long sip of his drink, which you notice happens to be uncovered. You’ve got to start paying attention to that kind of stuff now. You slide the pill into your pocket and make your way over to the bar, where things are much livelier.

Laura, the beautiful brunette bartender, is busy mixing drinks and attending to orders, cheerfully making smalltalk with the buzzed and crunk patrons at the bar. She’s dressed in a low-cut white top, the black bartender’s vest doing nothing to hide her cleavage. She’s making a killing, flirting with the guys she’s serving, the tip jar well on its way to being stuffed for the night.

“Hey{if Laura > 5} Alex{endif}, what can I get for you?” she asks, sliding over to you as she approaches the bar.

You notice that she casually picks up a glass behind the counter filled with some dark-brown liquor, taking a drink as you ponder your order.

“I’ll go for a Moscow Mule,” you say, trying to sound natural. That shouldn’t be suspicious, right?

You hand her the cash and drop a bill into the tip jar, and Laura gives you a quick wink.

“Coming right up,” she calls out, gone the next moment to mix your drink.

And there it is: her drink, sitting there, unattended. Should you spike her drink now? But wait. You need to take stock of your options first. There are so many fine girls in attendance tonight, and you’ve only got one shot at this.

Casting your gaze across the bar, you see Adriana holding court at its far end, a small circle of guys and girls surrounding her. The freshman’s already made a name for herself, and she’s looking smoking hot tonight in a long red dress that must have cost her thousands—that, or a perk that came with her modelling work. The guys around her can’t tear their eyes away from her body, but she looks at them with disinterest, giving lazy answers to their lazy questions, her empty glass sitting next to her the sign of a finished drink. Maybe you could swoop in and buy her a drink with a bit of an extra kick?

Then, the dance floor catches your attention. Amidst all the guys and girls partying there, a yellow-green streak of color catches your eye. Shruti’s wearing some kind of a saree that shows off her toned belly, the vibrant colors accentuating her natural curves. She moves through the floor like a will-o’-wisp, dancing with each man just long enough to give them the hope that she’ll stay, and then she’s twirling away, grinding up against some new stud. Her hips move hypnotically, swaying in a way that attracts its fair share of grabby hands, but somehow, she’s always moving just out of reach of them, her ass ever enticingly out of reach. She must take a break at some point, and maybe then you could seize your chance and make her yours.

At the center of the floor, Nora’s having the time of her life. The gorgeous redhead is rocking an air-guitar to rival Hot Lixx Hulahan, jamming out and belting out lyrics so loud that you can hear it from your place at the bar. She’s got an air-drummer and air-bassist accompanying her, the three of them putting on a raucous show as she swings by the other dancers, playing impossibly technical riffs with all of a rockstar’s bravado. As she struts down the dance floor, you find yourself thinking that she’d be a damn good target too.

Any of these hot sorority girls could be yours. So many choices, and only one pill. Who do you want to bed tonight?