You've only enough time to take in the barest impression of the room (clothes strewn everywhere, odor of stale alcohol) before --
"Oh, hey -- it's Chris's friend."
"Hi, Chris's friend."
Kimmy and the brunette share a chuckle. They're lounging on an unmade bed, both scantily clad -- but maybe that's the dress code in this sorority.
"It's okay; Tina" (must be the brunette) "and I weren't doing anything -- yet." Tina suppresses a giggle.
Kimmy goes on: "So, what's up? Oh, your bag - ? You want to go home?"