Growing up in a metropolis meant we were exposed to an intense nightlife at a young age. Clubs were all the rage once we were old enough to get in.

It’s funny to think, but when the guys were 16, they would pay to get into 18+ clubs. Once they turned 18, they were eager to enter the 21+ joints, so they paid extra there, too. A perk of being a girl is that I never paid cover, and it was relatively easy to get into places. That’s why we sometimes planned girls-only nights that would assure we would all get in.

One night eight of us decided to go out to a new club on the beach to check out the scene. Because we were underage, most outings included intense pregame sessions. This often meant drinking in the car while in the middle of the highway. (Extremely legal and safe, right?)

Once our tipsy butts arrived, we were escorted to a VIP table and received a complimentary bottle of champagne. We spotted a group of attractive blondes, completely my type, so Audrey and I decided to introduce ourselves. Turns out they were Irish models who were in the city for a shoot.

After a few hours of drinking, dancing and flirting, they invited us back to their place. Audrey was no longer feeling her partner, but I was ready for an adventure, so I walked the four blocks to the Irishmen’s condo.

I went to the bathroom as soon as we got there and that’s when I realized the four guys were way stronger and taller than me. At 5’2 and pretty inebriated, I would not be able to defend myself if they attacked. Granted, nothing bad ended up happening and they walked me back to the club soon after. But things could have turned sour.

That’s when I learned going to a stranger’s apartment at 3 a.m., while intoxicated and alone, is not a solid plan. What can I say? You live and you learn.

Oct Sober is a 22-year-old senior studying journalism in a school south of the Mason-Dixon line. She's a total party girl with a knack for downing tequila shots, kissing random cuties and having a wild time. She plans to share her tequila tales with all Love Twenty readers, while clinging to the hope that prospective employers never find the blog series. We all need a job after graduation, right?
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