<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Area<br/><br/><strong>"Oh,"</strong>Anna laughed lightly.<strong>"I see.  I haven't told my parents yet.  I don't know that I'm going to,"</strong>she shrugged.<br/><br/><strong>"How about you, Marcos?  Have you told anyone you're doing this?"</strong>She asked curiously.<br/><br/>She figured moving the talk about how much someone could drink, and the pissing contest that seemed to inevitably follow, was a good idea.  It was likely only a matter of time before the men began measuring.<br/><br/><strong>"What's this stuff about finding a key and getting a room?  If we don't find a key we have to sleep out in the commons?"</strong>