Context: I am a freshman in college. I live on campus. I was a pretty bad AFC in general until about 6 months ago, but no longer!

Actual FR: A lot of 'firsts' happened yesterday, and this is also my first FR, so excuse me if I ramble.
I went to a dance yesterday after getting actually buzzed for the first time. The music was loud and it was dark, and for a while I was just rockin' out, enjoying myself, and dancing in a way that I never really had before (probably because of the alcohol).
After doing that for a while I decided it was time to look for some ladies to get down with. Unfortunately the guy:girl ratio was pretty awful, so for a while I was just wandering around like an idiot.
Finally an HB7 with a group of her friends caught my eye, but I got really bad AA. Right when I was working up the courage to ask if she wanted to dance, another guy asked her.
I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again, and long story short I ended up asking an HB6 and then another HB7 to dance. HB6 said "I can't, but we can dance beside each other", so I assume she had a boyfriend or something. That didn't really phase me. HB7 was down to dance, and we had a good time doing that, but then she left all of a sudden.
Now the dance was coming to an end, so I just decided to rock out to the music one last time. Right as I started doing that an HB8 came up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance. Needless to say I was just fine with that. She told me that I was the most attractive guy that she had danced with tonight. Alrighty then. We danced until the music stopped. We exchanged numbers and she asked if I had a girlfriend. I don't. Then she introduced me to two of her friends, a guy and girl couple. We'll call them David and Jessie, for simplicity's sake.

Story Time: At this point it's important to note that I have very little experience with alcohol. I still detest the taste of the stuff. I don't know how drunk people act, and cannot judge the drunkenness of others at all. I knew HB8 was drunk, because she was being very... friendly (if you know what I mean), and because she would forget my name and then apologize for forgetting it 'because she was drunk'. HB8 and her two friends were still down to dance, so the four of us started making our way to Jessie's room. Right when we got to her room I had the bright idea of going to my room instead, because I have a pretty nice speaker system (subwoofer, etc). They were happy to do that, so the four of us walked back to my room.

I had lost my keys at the dance. I couldn't get into my room. I had a mini panic-attack, but internally talked myself down. I asked the three of them if they were alright with waiting for a second while I went back to the dorm where the dance had been. Fortunately they were all super chill and from what I could tell were sympathetic of my plight. I kicked off my flip-flops (yes, I went to a dance in sandals), and ran back.
Good news, my keys had been found; bad news, the people cleaning up gave them to my Resident Director, so I wouldn't be able to get them back until 1:00 the next day. Sigh. I had to call the RA on duty and check out a lock-out key. While waiting for that I texted HB8 with a quick update and apology, and she replied 'its cool we chillin'. That was a bit of a relief.

When I got back I found my neighbor and two other guys talking with my 3 new friends. HB8 had on a coat, and asked if I had water. I got her some, and when she finished it she asked if she could use my bathroom. No problem, I said. Right as she went into my room a cop car pulled up with his lights flashing in the parking lot below us, so the rest of us (the couple i had met earlier, the two other guys, my neighbor, and myself) went into my room, because most of us were drunk. We introduced ourselves, and I lit up some incense and turned on some music. Everyone was relaxed and we had some good friendly conversations. I ask Jessie to check on HB8, and it turns out that she's not feeling well. That got me questioning her earlier actions. If she is drunk enough to feel sick, then what... Long story short, Jessie and David decide to take HB8 home, David exchanges numbers with all of us, because he had such a good time, and HB8 apologizes to me for getting sick. I insisted that it wasn't a big deal. Then the other guys that were still in my room order pizza, and we hung out for a while.

TL;DR: Went to a dance, sarged, danced, got picked up by a drunk chick, got her number, lost my keys, housed a group of drunk people in my room, made friends with said drunk people.

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My question to more experienced sedditors: I would like to further pursue HB8, but am not sure how to go about it. Do you think she even remembers anything from last night? When/what should I text/call her?

Sorry again for the wall of text.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.