Alessa and Janie descended the stairs into the main foyer and took in the scene. The front door was propped open invitingly, cool air streaming over the threshold in hopes of mitigating the grossly humid atmosphere that was already threatening to overtake the house.
To the right of the steps in the living room, the couches were pushed back against the walls and the DJ - who Alessa recognized as a fraternity brother from one of the other houses on campus - had set up a pair of massive speakers with thick cords running to his laptop. He was playing dance music so loudly that Alessa could practically see the speakers vibrating. There was a large hand-painted sign hung on the wall that read, "Happy 40th Zeta Epsilon Pi!" Nearby a group of sisters and a few male guests stood chatting and swigging back gulps of what Alessa could only assume was the cheap, flavorless beer that always seemed to be served at student-funded events.