Scotty started to laugh at the chick’s questioning, because really, who was going to rape him? And just the fact that she wanted to bring up the state of his asshole was kind of hilarious. He was cut off at the appearance of a fourth person, though, and this man didn’t look at all like a college student. He actually looked kind of like some of the hicks who lived just north of UF, but he was still for sure to old to be at this party.
And before he could address what the other guy had asked, there were two more chicks, and the first hallway girl was yelling. He pointed a finger at her when she was done. “What she said, except the LAX thing. Like the fucking airport? Like that LAX? How did you get all the way to Florida without knowing?” he asked her, then glances down at the foyer again. Specifically the windows, where he could see snow falling. “Oh shit! Fucking fuck! It’s fucking snowing out there! Where the fuck... it doesn’t snow in Gainesville!!”