The sound of crickets fills the night as I peel my naked back off the coffee table and rub my eyes with a yawn. What time was it? Had everyone already gone home after the beer chugging contest? The last thing I remember was making out with that one girl from my economics class, my tongue running across every inch of her mouth. A few other people I don’t know are scattered around the living room, passed out in corners or random pieces of furniture. I swim out of the sea of red solo cups, ...