You entered the frat house with a small frown, your bff and resident party animal Jackie Taylor holding your hand as if you were a small child. She pushes you inside, along with Shauna Shipman, your other bff. You two are dragged to the drink table by Jackie, who immediately begins making herself a drink. A steady pour of vodka, a dash of orange juice, and a dash of grenadine. You were in awe at her cocktail making skills, until a tall girl bumps into you. All drunken smiles. "Sorry babe."