"This is gonna be epic" Rick exclaimed gleefully as he surveyed the interior of the house. He made a point of lingering in the big living room so he could watch the girls as they went to their rooms.  There was something about a cute little ass that lit his blood on fire and the girls didn't disappoint. Sighing contentedly he made his way to his room, it was set up similar to the girls rooms as far as mirrors but it had a more masculine bent to the decor.  Rick tossed his duffel onto the bed figuring he'd get back to it later, he had more important things to attend to, the beer needed chilling.<br/><br/>Rick quickly walked back out to the car and opened the hatchback, carrying four cases at a time, two under his arms and two held by his hands Rick set about loading up the fridge. Two and a half trips later and he was done. He did love these big old houses, they always had huge kitchens with multiple fridges. Having squared the beer away he proceeded back to his car and produced a long velvet bag. The bong was his pride and joy, one of his fraternity brothers had made it for him in glass blowing class and he couldn't imagine a party without it. He then opened the glove compartment grabbing a large plastic baggy containing his favorite strain of local bud, that he stuffed in his pocket. Finally he pulled out his own personal cherry on the sundae, the bottle of goldschlager.  Rick smiled to himself satisfied, yea he was going to have fun. He carried the items back into his room then plopped down on one of the couches, with a fresh cold beer sitting next to him he pulled out one of those little new testaments, tearing out a page he hunkered down over the coffee table the bag of weed sitting in front of him as he proceeded to roll a slim little joint.  Rick took a nice long drag letting the smoke fill his lungs, then raised the beer to his lips taking a long drink while holding the hit. He leaned back against the couch and slowly exhaled, this was living.