She slumps against one of the walls in one of the hallways of this labrinth like frathouse.

She doesn't even know if she could remember tonight by morning—all she knows is she drank too much and needs to get home.

Till she felt the cup in her hand being taken away. She looks up, hearing,

"That's too much,"

A deep masculine voice.

The nexr morning she wakes up to a room she is certain is not hers. Her head fills with confusion and head pangs, till she heard the door open.