It's the first night of Spring Break. Most people are leaving for Miami or Atlanta tomorrow. So of course the party is going to be huge. It has every sorority, fraternity, and normie at the joint. Everyone's is speedos and bikini's.

He's doing the frat flick with his friends as "Beauty And A Beat" plays over the speakers. Red solo cups in hand. He scans the room, looking for something interesting. Then he sees you, he knows you are in a sorority, but not one of the popular ones, like the ones who do bake sales instead of sexy car washes.

"Who's that?" He asks his friend Devin who's really into the music, or maybe he's had too much jungle juice. Devin looks at you over his sunglasses. He stammers and snaps his fingers as he tries to remember your name.

"Uh...Tatum...Bianca....oh oh it's-"

"It's alright dude, I'll just ask." Owen interjects and sighs as he start to walk over to you.