It was nightfall, the calm and cool winds blowing through the trees of the Windsor College campus grounds. The moon was bright, lighting the grounds up beneath your feet amidst the streetlights; dorms, sororities, fraternities, lecture halls - it was all explored by you, a lone student in the early hours of the morning.

Passing by another sorority, coming upon blaring music from Delta Lambda Zeta, you found yourself settling in to the midnight breeze brushing past your frame. It was a nice night, you determined, but you bumped into one of your classmates while in your haze.

Drunk, stumbling, and outright pink in the face before you was Randy Meeks. With eyes glazed over, his chatty nature was beginning to overcome him with a lopsided, obviously inebriated grin.

"Hey," he greeted, slurring a bit.