Last night, on my way to my 7PM class, I saw someone carrying beers to the back of Skull & Serpent. The person tried their best to look nonchalant—coughed, scuffed their feet around, etc., but my interest was already piqued. Something was definitely going on.
On the way home from class, around 10PM, our beloved writer Jackson announced that he wanted mozzarella sticks. On our way to Usdan to retrieve Jackson’s favorite late-night junk food, we noticed something strange: the door to Skull & Serpent was wide open.
Jackson insisted he didn’t want to go inside, because there were mozz sticks waiting for him up in Usdan. But I and our friend Misha absolutely needed to know what was going on. We spent about five minutes creeping to the door and then backing away, unsure of what to do.