(http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17873_516280763528_147700442_30547983_5275324_n.jpg)<br/><br/>Plato Greeley was having a good night at the party. He didn't go to this, or any other, college, but he was a good actor and always slipped through when the fewest people might notice a complete stranger was crashing. The small, rotund young man with glasses and leather hat took stock of the meat on display.<br/><br/><em>Hmm, blonde's got man arms, but the brunette's ok I guess. Let's see, ah, nice little rocker chick there but I think that was one of our recent acquisitions anyway. Higher ups said they wanted fresh flesh, classy and wholesome this time around...</em><br/><br/>He wasn't having too much luck finding someone who matched his mental checklist, but he knew a gathering like this had to have a few girls worth checking out. He took up a red cup of beer and began nursing it. He wandered through the house, mingling casually, acting as though he knew some people he'd never seen before in his life. They were so drunk, many of them actually thought they did remember him, but he did pick up some basic information about who was here and who was throwing the party. He kept looking, until he got close to the brunette that caught his eye from earlier.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to bump into her, he realized he knew her. Alexis Weston, Queen Bitch of Craycroft Acadamy. She had never exactly spurned him, per se, but he had been beneath her notice. That was about to change. He moved in for the kill as she was getting some chips and dip.<br/><br/>"Heeey girl, what's up eh? Jason sure know's how to throw a good time huh?"