Later that day he received a text from Adonis, who had embraced life in the sim and had gotten an actual mobile phone, with a plan and all.
"Wanna go to a party tonight? I invited us both," it said.
Thomas wasn't much of a party person, but it would be good to go out every once in a while. Besides, observing agents under the influence of alcohol would be a good opportunity to start spotting any particularly erratic behavior.
"Sure. Just tell me time and place," he replied.
At 10 PM they met near Alpha Alpha Alpha house. It was the best-known party fraternity on campus and it wasn't clear if any of the members in the 150-year history of the house had ever put a foot inside a classroom. Somehow, all of the alumni still ended up getting jobs at investment banks and white shoe consulting firms.
"What's up, Adonis? Not wearing your hazmat suit today, I see."
"Nah bro," Adonis replied. "I figured I might try my luck the old-fashioned way today," he grinned. "Actually, I kind of have a date here with this hottie I saw at the gym today."
"Congrats! Hope everything goes well."
"To be honest I'm a bit nervous. I guess I can just don the suit if things don't work out."
"Or you can accept that not everyone wants to have sex with you on the first date. These are humans, Adonis. It's a bit creepy to go around and fuck unconscious people."
Adonis sighed. "You have such a terrible effect on me. Before I met you I wouldn't have thought twice about this. I mean, these people were literally created for amusement of the real people. They wouldn't exist without us."
"But now they do exist," Thomas nodded solemnly. "And what your people are doing is slavery."
"Fine, fine. No trance sex from me today. Let's not ruin the mood by discussing how evil I am. Besides, I'm thirsty."
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The ceiling of the big hall of the fraternity house was oscillating with the same frequency as the subwoofer was pumping out notes of deep bass. Thomas was sipping a punch that tasted deceptively sweet and un-alcoholic. Best be careful around that. Adonis had abandoned him a few minutes earlier after he had seen the girl, and the two had retreated upstairs to "talk about philosophy."
Thomas was happy for his friend, but at the same time couldn't help but feel jealous. How did he just randomly find a date with a girl just like that? Like, what did he say to her? How did he say it? It was unfair. Not to mention the girl was extremely hot, better than Thomas could score himself even with substantial effort.
Deep in his thoughts Thomas wandered around the house trying to see if there was anyone he knew but soon realized people he hung out with didn't frequent parties like this. Or parties in general, really. He went for the second-best option, which was the punch bowl.
The taste was terrible but free alcohol had a certain appeal, which was that it was free.
"Hey, Thomas!" a somewhat intoxicated voice sounded behind him.
Thomas turned to face Lara. She was dressed in a short, black dress that highlighted her long, well-toned legs.
"Never expected to run to you here!" she continued.
"I came with a friend," Thomas said.
"How nice! Where is he? I'd like to meet him."
"He's upstairs with a girl."
"Ooh, I see, I see. Well, hopefully I can meet him another time."
"Did you come with someone?"
"Oh God, no. Well, I asked Christine, but she wasn't feeling good. And I specifically did not come with any guys. Good riddance."
"Guy problems?"
"No more. I had something going on, but I ended it." She emptied her cup of punch.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Don't be. The guy was pushing too much, if you know what I mean."
"Is it okay for us to talk like this? You know, given that we also talk in your office?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Well, I just thought you revealing too much about yourself could somehow affect that."
"You're such a good person, Thomas. I really mean it. Worrying about that. Well, if I say something embarrassing, please just ignore it. I'd really like to keep working with you, and I think you're making such good progress."
"Thanks, Lara. I just wanted to make sure."
Lara took another sip from her cup, and then looked into it with wrinkles on her forehead.
"I think I need to go refill this. Stay where you are, I'll be back. I don't want to talk to any of the other idiots here."
"You bet," Thomas said, raising his cup at her.
Although Thomas was intimately aware of what was under Lara's dress he couldn't avoid admiring how her dress fit her backside.
"A friend of yours?"
Thomas spun around, embarrassed having looked after Lara for so long.
"Oh hi, Genevieve," he said.
"Hello."
"Are you enjoying the party?" Thomas asked.
"It's not really my type of a party. Too loud."
"You're not wrong. I can't tolerate these unless I get at least a few cups worth of this stuff down," he said, nodding to his cup.
"I'm not really into drinking. Besides, I have practice in the morning. I just came to check this place out. Curiosity, you could say."
"So how was your first day?"
"I really like the coach. I didn't meet any of the other skaters today, but will tomorrow. Which is also why I can't drink or anything."
"Honestly, you probably don't want to get too drunk in a party like this, practice or no practice."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say there are men here who are seeking to take advantage of girls who aren't handling their intoxication well. It's a pretty open secret."
Thomas saw something flash in Genevieve's eyes. She nodded. "Thanks for the tip, Thomas. Now I know to not come back."
"At least bring a friend," he smiled.
"Speaking of friends, where did that other girl go? Maybe you could introduce me. I'd like to meet other friends of yours."
Lara had been gone for much longer that it should take to fill her cup. Maybe she'd seen someone else she knew.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. Plans change rapidly when you're drunk."
"Aren't you worried? Given what you just said. An attractive girl drunk like that, all by herself."
"I don't think she was that drunk, but you're right. I'll go see if I can find her, just to make sure she's all right."
"How about I'll check the restroom since I need to use one anyway. What's her name?"
"Thanks, that's a good idea. Her name is Lara. Let's meet here in a few minutes."
Thomas went to kitchen and Lara wasn't there. Luckily she was tall for a girl, so she shouldn't be hard to spot. He walked from room to room and with each step a black pit grew inside him.
"Anything?" he asked Genevieve when she was waiting for him back where they started. She shook her head.
"Me neither. She said she'd come right back. I'm sure she wouldn't have left without me."
"Where else could she be?" she asked.
"Gotta be upstairs, where the bedrooms are. And that doesn't sound too good, considering."
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
"Genevieve, look, I greatly appreciate the help, but I think it's better I go alone. You just got here and I don't want your very promising career here at campus be tainted by any trouble that might come from this."
"I don't get it. What kind of trouble?"
"If we drag some drunk punk off her he could react a bit ugly. I'll try to find the friend I came with for backup but if not, I can handle it myself."
She looked him up and down. "You sure?"
"Yes, absolutely. I've taken some self-defense. Besides, you have a very important practice in the morning."
"It's not that important compared to this, but if you promise you'll find your friend then that's fine by me. Can you maybe text me when you find her so I know everything's all right?"
"Sure, I will do that. Have a safe trip home."
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Thomas tried to remain calm as he ascended the stairs. He didn't have a hazmat suit available, and the nearest entry point where he could get one was too far. The second-floor corridor was long, with a T intersection at the end. He went from door to door, listening for any sounds. There were clear sounds of sexual activity going behind the third door he checked, but as soon as he heard a woman being clearly proactive in the passion he kept going. Either it wasn't Lara, or she was doing something she liked, in which case good for her.
The sixth door was cracked open and Thomas peeked in. There was a man lying on a bed, with a woman bent over him, bopping her head up and down, her lips around the man's penis. She was wearing only a g-string, with fantastic breasts, a tight body and long, blonde hair. The man, turns out, was Adonis. Thomas considered for a brief second waiting for them to get finished and then ask for help, but that didn't seem like a great option, and who knows how long his friend would last. At least he knew where to find them if things got really hairy.
Thomas kept going from door to door, cursing that he had left his tablet back home. There weren't any sounds he could hear, but he went door to door, trying to see if he could hear anything or see if the lights were on in the room. Most of the rooms were empty, given that it was still early in the evening, and the only thing he found after Adonis was another consensual couple.
Thomas was nearing the end of the left side of the T when he heard mumbling behind a door and saw that the lights were on. The door was closed, but not locked. It opened silently, and Thomas managed to peek in. He could see a man standing next to a bed, and a woman's bare legs hanging down