You decline Lati's offer

Honestly, you're going to have a ton of fun with the 18-year-old dyed blonde girl. Lati is better left for your undivided attention (and maybe not after so many drinks and a gob of MDMA).

You note that Lati was either the chillest bro-enable you've ever met, or trying to get a threesome going with the wasted high school cheerleader. Declining Lati's offer, you make sure to part cordially, but without making Tiffany any more jealous.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." Tiffany is blinking stupidly when you get her to the exit of the sorority house. "Did you see that girl's rack? No WAY those puppies are real. Right?"

You manuever Tiffany out of the sorority house and down the gentle slope of lawn toward the parking lot area, where you're parked (along with a mess of cars from the visiting Kappa Sigma frat boys).

The cool night air feels amazing, and you suck in a breath of freshness. Tiffany skips a little, gleeful on that pinnacle of way-too-much booze and drugs. She's either going to puke or you're going to get to try anal with this hot blonde suburban prom queen.

"Ms. Yows had tits like that." Tiffany says, and of course, nobody asked. "She was my 8th grade science teacher and we think she, like, did porn back in the day." Tiffany's got the assets to do the same, although she's well short of the D cup department, at only 18, she might hit it in a year or two... especially if she gets pregnant... "So, like, where are we going?"