Cam was absolutely tanked. His equilibrium was way off kilter, his motor functions were slowed and sloppy, and his mind was fuzzed by the copious amount of alcohol he had imbibed that evening. All that being true, however, had not prevented him from following his ex-lacrosse teammates down the hall. They hadn't noticed him as he'd been skulking back and they were too captivated by the prospect of fucking his mother, but even if they had it wouldn't have mattered to Cam.

In his current state, he likely wouldn't have been able to do much ass-kicking, but he wasn't averse to trying anyways. Instead, however, they had entered the guest...