"It must be her," you mutter to yourself, as you head back inside the apartment. Like she’s God’s gift or something. Bitch.
Back in the chaos of the kegger, you survey your feminine options, but it’s like you’re reading the menu at the Golden Arches and everything’s already super-sized. You notice a pack of girls moving toward the front door and wonder where they might be going. You push your way through the throng of party-goers to grab one of the girls before they split. You nab the last one as she’s heading out the door.
"What the fuck!?" she screams, knocking you in the face with her purse. That’s going to leave a bruise!
"Shit, ow! I just wanted to ask you where you’re headed."
"We’re going to some bonfire at Mira Monte Lake," one of her chick friends says in your general direction. "With a full moon tonight, and a cooler full of Boone’s, who knows what will happen."
She winks at you as her gaggle o'girlfriends head down the driveway, laughing. At you, or with you? Wait, you’re not laughing. In any case, it’s time to make yet another decision.
Dude, you just got here! Find the keg already and grow some beer-goggles on page 79.
Hit that Strawberry Hill up on page 88.
