Tracy ducked her head under the hood of her black fleece jacket as she hurried across campus. The rain had started earlier than she had expected, resulting in her getting caught outside without an umbrella. It was okay though...she didn't have far to go. Soon she saw the dorm in front of her and almost ran up the stairs to the entrance. The R.A. at the front desk didn't give her a second glance, and she went up the stairs to the third floor.
She was a sophomore at the state university, studying psychology. She was a good student, making nearly straight A's. She didn't do things like this too much, but she didn't have any homework to do this weekend and was ahead on her textbook reading. It would be fun to hang out with some of her friends for a change.
She easily found room 311, the second one down the right hallway on the left side. She knocked rather shyly, not wanting to barge into Ashley's dorm room even if she was expecting her. Within a few seconds, a slim blond wearing a tight halter and mini skirt was at the door.
"Hey Tracy!" she said. "Did you bring some snacks?"
"Yeah I did, Ashley," Tracy said, shucking her backpack off her shoulder. "I didn't know what people wanted, so I just got some Doritos and sour cream and onion."
"That should be fine. Cassandra loves Doritos, anyway, so good call. Come on in!"
Tracy walked into the room and set the chips on the small black end table. She took off her jacket and laid it on the couch, leaving her in her university tee and a pair of jean shorts that reached about halfway down her thighs. It had been a while since she had been in one of the suites. This was a four-person suite, with two bedrooms and a reasonably-sized living area outside with a bathroom.
There was a cheap – yet comfortable looking – couch out in the living room, with what appeared to be about a 35" flat-screen on a TV stand in front of it. The couch only extended about a third of the way across the room, leaving plenty of floor space for a table and chairs, not to mention a mini-fridge, near the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with the expected curling irons, hair dryers and straighteners, among other assorted feminine supplies that Tracy could see. Ashley went in to one of the bedrooms, and Tracy caught a glimpse of light blue sheets and papers (presumably class notes) scattered around the room.
Ashley came back out and sat on the couch, motioning Tracy over.
"So how many people are coming?" Tracy asked.
"Oh, like four I think. Glenda, one of my roommates, might be here, and you already know Cassandra is coming."
"Yeah, Cassandra," Tracy said. "That should be...interesting."
Ashley laughed.
"Yes, she does have quite the reputation around campus."
Cassandra was an endowed redhead who Tracy had had in a couple classes, or at least that was what the roster had said. Cass had rarely showed up for those classes, however, probably hung over or sleeping with someone (or both). She was probably most notorious for letting six football players run a train on her. "Slut" was too polite of a term for her, but she did have a way of spicing up parties.
As if on cue, there was a loud and confident rapping on the door. Surely it was Cassandra, since Glenda would have just walked in to her own room. Sure enough, when Ashley opened the door a big-chested redhead in a V-neck shirt and shorts that barely covered her ass walked into the room.
"Hey Cass!" Ashley said and gave her a hug.
"I brought the booze!" Cassandra said, holding up a couple wine bottles and a fifth of vodka.
"Oh, that vodka will work perfectly with the carton of orange juice I have in the fridge," Ashley said as she opened the fridge. "Screwdrivers all around!"
Tracy was just transfixed by Cassandra, who had already opened one of the wine bottles and was drinking out of it. Ashley hadn't noticed and went about preparing the screwdrivers. Cass had already downed about half the bottle of wine by the time Ashley walked over with her glass.
"Jesus Christ, Cass, save some for the rest of us!" Ashley said. She started to withdraw the glass of pale orange liquid, but Cassandra reached out and took it from her anyway, also snatching the bag of Doritos off the table.
Ashley just shook her head and turned to give Tracy her glass before taking a seat on the floor next to Tracy. Tracy drank on occasion, but she was a lightweight; a couple of glasses of wine and she would be done. No telling what just a few screwdrivers would do to her. It was okay though...apparently Cassandra would make up for her.
"So when is Glenda going to get here?" Tracy asked Ashley.
"Oh, she had to work but should be getting off almost any time. Say, you all want to play 'I Never' while we wait for her?"
"I Never?" Cassandra said. "Damn, you all are really trying to get me drunk, aren't you?"
"I think you are doing plenty well enough on your own," Ashley said with a smirk.
Tracy giggled.
"Oh, I will show up you two sissies!" Cassandra said. "I'm going first."
She looked at Ashley and Tracy, studying them for a minute before sharing.
"I have never dyed my hair," she finally said.
Tracy had to drink for that. She had died her hair for almost her entire freshman year. Ashley also picked up her glass.
"I dyed it blue for a week in high school," she said. "I have never had a tattoo applied."
"Oh, you don't know what you are missing," Cassandra said, and she lifted up the back of her shirt to show off her tramp stamp before taking a big sip from her glass. Tracy had gotten off without drinking this time.
"Your turn, Tracy," Ashley said.
Tracy had to think for a minute. Finally, she came up with one.
"I have never gotten a D in a class."
"Seriously?" Cassandra asked, a bit incredulously. "I've got more D's in one semester than I have in my shirt!" She cupped her boobs. "And these are DD's too!"
Ashley spit out her drink mid-sip and couldn't stop laughing. Tracy giggled too. Cassandra was very raunchy, but it was really funny.
"I guess you better drink then," Tracy said.
"It's my turn now. Finally, I get a break from drinking."
