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students that it was difficult to get from here to there without pushing through a multitude of people. You had to plan a trip to the bathroom long in advance of needing to actually go. Tonight it was packed tighter than Michael could ever remember.
    Celebrating Brian’s birthday, they all took turns running to the bar to refill their pitcher. Some of their other friends had met them there, as well as some of their fraternity brothers. During Michael’s second year at school, he, Brian, Scott, and some friends they had made during their freshman year had decided to join a specialized pharmacy professional/social fraternity. It had several benefits. First, the fraternity was recognized across the country as an academic achievement. Second, they had the opportunity to review files of previous students’ tests and study notes, which were often repeated by the professors. And third, they got to have fraternity parties.
    At one point in the evening while they were celebrating, Michael’s eyes caught a flash of golden blond hair on the other side of the bar. Squinting to get a better look, he recognized Lorie. He caught her eye, they waved to each other, and Michael turned back to whatever Scott and Brian were talking about, which, after consuming this much alcohol, could be anything.
    After some time passed, he looked down at his plastic cup filled with golden brown liquid and knew that this was it. This was the last glass of beer. The nerves in his body, however deadened by the alcohol, were screaming to his brain, “Enough!” Even in his stuporous state, he knew that if he had any more, he would regret it. Sometimes the body just knows when to call it quits. His vision was a little fuzzy, and he was becoming unsteady on his feet.
    “Hey, you!” a loud voice shouted in his face.
    Looking up from his plastic glass of beer, Michael tried to focus his eyes on the huge, leering face in front of him. It wasn’t a face he recognized, so, Michael concluded that he must not be talking to him.
    “Hey, you!” the hostile face yelled again. “I’m talking to you, or don’t you speak English?”
    Michael stared back into that face and still didn’t recognize it. Who was he? This guy was big. He had short, curly hair sitting above a pimple-covered face, which was flushed red from either anger or too much alcohol. Michael didn’t know which, and in his present state of mind, he really didn’t care.
    “What?” Michael asked innocently.
    “I saw you hitting on my girlfriend, Weasel!”
    “I wasn’t hitting on your girlfriend. I don’t even know who your girlfriend is, and I sure as hell don’t know who you are. And my name isn’t Weasel ,” Michael protested. He noticed that this guy’s arms were about as big around as his own thighs. He also saw that the hulk’s fingers were tightened into fists. Not a good sign. Maybe he was in trouble.
    He caught a whiff of the guy’s body odor. He presumed that the red face was due not to alcohol flush but to rage. Funny, his pimples were an even brighter red than his face, and they looked like polka dots. Michael bit his tongue to keep from laughing. If he smiled, he was sure to get a fist in the face. Well, he figured, he probably wouldn’t feel it with all the beer he had consumed.
    Unbeknownst to Michael, Brian had celebrated his birthday a little over his limit and was currently puking in the restroom sink. Scott and a few of his other fraternity brothers were completely oblivious to the developing situation.
    “I saw you staring at her all night. So, were you hitting on her? Or are you gay?” the unknown stranger ridiculed him. He raised his voice so all his friends could hear. “Is that it? Are you a gay weasel?”
    “I’m not gay, and I wasn’t hitting on your girlfriend. I still don’t even know who you are!” Michael replied slowly, trying to choose his words carefully.
    “Well, if you weren’t making a play for my girl, then you must be gay!” the big guy