It was the end of the school year and the pressures of graduation were beginning to mount. The realization that endless nights of partying and drinking were about to come to an end had certainly started to take its toll. My girlfriend and I had made it all the way through college together and had plans of getting married in the future. My roommate and I were like brothers. The three of us had basically lived together for the better part of three years. It was a great relationship, we all had fun and really enjoyed each other's company--we did almost everything together. My roommate was the player type, always trying to see which girl he could fuck next, as an attractive kid he always seemed to come home with something. The next morning he would rehash all of the gory details to me and we would joke and laugh about it all. His escapades were like a conquest for both of us since I was fully committed.
That Tuesday night started out like any other Tuesday night during our second semester. Jeff and I would came back from the gym and meet Liz back at the room to begin drinking. We normally liked to take a few shots or drink a few beers while we were getting dressed to go out. Tuesday nights were "the night" to go out during the week. After catching a buzz we headed out to the local bar scene and hang out with a bunch of friends and basically drank until we were wasted. It was pretty late and we were all ready to leave, Jeff was working on some blonde in the corner but decided to catch up with her another night. He said he was just too tired and wanted to head back to campus.
