Well, you're pretty much done with Megan. You had thought it would be ideal crawling all over the body of your scorching hot roommate, but dumb women are never interesting for very long. Even when you thought you could just ignore her personality and focus on her giant body, you're still with her as she goes about her day. And it's not just that she's boring, she's offensively boring. You're done with this, and you'd rather be with anyone but Megan. So long as you have the gun, you doubt you're in any real danger. You tell Megan to put you down on the bar, next to two groups of cute, college-aged girls.
But you don't wind up with any of them. As you walk around on the bar, keeping an eye on the patrons but mostly undetected in the dark ambience, you notice Chelsea from your history class a couple seats down at the bar. Chelsea's a brunette, very cute, slightly bigger than average but still a nice figure. She's shy, and quiet, and it took some time for her to open up when the two of you were assigned to a project together. She was nice, but you didn't see her much after that semester. At least until now, when she's staring right at you.
You back away instinctively, not knowing if she's about to reach out for you. In fact, you spend so long staring back at her that you start to wonder if she even sees you at all. Unfortunately, as you do that, you back yourself right over the other end of the bar. Turning around as you slide, you realize you're right under the tap, and right about to fall into someone's beer.
A couple seconds later, you come up for air, swimming through the foam, just in time for a hand to wrap around the beer and pick it up. For the second time in the past thirty seconds, Chelsea is once again looking right at you.