Despite your high alcohol tolerance, the seemingly bottomless supply of punch was clearly showing signs of getting to you, so you decided to stand aside — away from the bustling clamour of the Sigma Omega Theta frat party.

They were notoriously famous for having tons of hot girls and guys at their parties, and that much was made obvious from what the night has shown so far.

“You look like you need to cool down. This your first time?” A charming guy of 6’2, tousled yellow-blond hair and a baggy tank top and oversized jorts approached you. His hair was held back by a backwards baseball cap and he held a red cup full of, assumingly, alcohol in his left hand.

He had a teasing nature about him, which was so hard to resist.

He spoke once more, reaching out his right hand towards you as he flashed you a coy smile. “I’m Denki, and you are?”