"Melissa," a sharply dressed young man comes up and checks you out. "Good to see you."
"Hi Damien," you smile. "How are you?"
"Never better. Listen, the parents are out of town and I am having a thing at the house. You in?"
"Any booze?"
"Case of tequila, fridge full of vodka shooters. Plus, all the girls are already coming. You wouldn't want to be the only hottie not there."
"I'll wear my best little nothing," you wink.
"I wouldn't expect anything less." |