"Sam, if you blackmail me into going to a place like this ever again, I swear to God I'm going to kill you." We're walking down the street to a boy's sorority house, which is just great. If I wasn't sure that I would be groped or gawked at, I am now. She laughs and prances ahead,just managing to keep her goods from spilling out as she almost trips over her four inch, dark red heels. "Oh, come on Al. You would've come anyway. All I would've needed to say is how important it would be to me if you came; or how much I'd miss you. " Samantha Rose Alliser, I am going to kill you, slowly and painfully, as soon as we're out of here." "Oh, don't be such a drama queen. You know you couldn't live without me. Besides, we're here." We stop at the front porch, which smells like a combination of sweaty gym socks, old pizza, and booze. We go up and knock on the door, and wait. Well, Sam knocks on the door. I just sort of hang behind her and scan the place for any inconspicuous exits I could take without anyone noticing. Sam notices, and is just about to drag me by the lipstick up to the door when it flings open. "Darlings! So glad you could make it!" A tall guy stands in the doorway, closely followed by a couple other curious guests. I don't get to see who they are just yet, because I have just been attacked by a mane of red corkscrew curls. "Hey, Jordan. How've you been?" I ask, my voice somewhat muffled buy his untucked shirt. "Oh, I've been just fabulous!" "Hey Jordan! Is Mark there?" Mark is Sam's long standing boyfriend, and just so happens to live in this house. "Oh, yeah. He's in the back right now. If you want I can go get him fo-" But whatever he was going to say got cut of by Sam practically running toward the door, practically screaming, "MARK! IT'S SAM! I'M HERE, BABY!" Jordan turns and looks at me, with slight bewilderment on his face. "She already a bit tipsy, then?" "Surprisingly, no. that's just her aesthetic. You should've heard her when they started dating. We practically had to tie her down, she was so happy." Jordan laughs, then puts his hand on the small of my back to guide me into the house. "Well, that does seem interesting." I look over at him. "You have no idea." We walk in to the house together, and Jordan leads me straight to where the seems to be the most noise, strobe lights, and drunk, half dressed girls about my age running around, being chased by boys of a similar suit. Great.  Jordan grins down at me, the light throwing some extra shimmer to the shaved, rose gold sides of his head. "Right this way, darling. The party's about to begin."