Serenity grips my shoulders, pinning my blurry glazed eyes with hers. “You. Were. Drunk. And from what little you do remember tells me he was sober enough to con you into doing things you shouldn’t have agreed to. If you really agreed. Guys like that are pieces of shit because they do it for the power. They want to control every aspect of a situation by handing women drinks and encouraging them to do whatever they want. You have to talk to the campus police.”
