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"You look great," Lana’s voice shook ainst the doorja this forclothes for h room"

I wanted to ask her if I could borrow so with the shirt Maybe they sold that at the Gap next to the jeans and T-shirts Instead, I returned her compliment "You look awesoht, like a Pantene cos and a sheer peasant blouse than hung below her waist It was a look only a thin girl could carry off At one tireat concern and worry, but she was healthy now

"Toothat the front of the blouse hung rather low

"No, in fact, you should wear a necklace to draw attention to your girls," Lana pointed to my bare neck I was already as far out of o unadorned

"Are you coht?"

Lana made a face "The frat house? No thanks Plus I’m kind of mad at Peter"

"Why?" I tried to inject so miserably

"Oh stop I know you don’t like him" She pursed her lips to one side "This will only -headed, but I heard over at the house today that Peter has been bragging about hooking up with a girl in London this su?" I turned to her in distress "It’s not all about , and it’s all ru"

"Are you going to ask hi for an excuse to kick his ass"

"I know you have" She dabbed her lips with sos she had about the ru on her face Lana and I were true opposites

"I don’t think he treats you right He’s alwaysthem at the last minute, and his fraternity seems more important than you," I pointed out

"Eh I can’t always expect him to be at h expectations of guys, Lana’s expectations ay too low She basically required them to breathe and know her name But et disappointed

"The cure for one man is another," I reht have been fake or real, and said, "Yup Let’s go find our cures, then"

By the ti You could hear the ot louder as we approached Other houses appeared to be hosting smaller parties, but the crowd around the Delta Tau Delta House was already straining the structure

The guys at the door seelancing at the list attached to a clipboard I think one of theer down my spine, but I wasn’t sure I didn’t dare look back to verify

There were tons of people inside the house and dozens s were set up on a back patio and so held upside down by your legs while soht into your mouth seemed like a quick way to be sent to the vomitorium I stood and watched for a minute; it was such a spectacle

Sos froirl tried it, the beer came out her nose and arabbed ether and threaded our way to the dimly lit kitchen in the back Aa plywood board on cinder blocks, and ere offered keg beer, the good kind Lana refused and instead waved a guy over to her

She whispered so in his ear and he returned with three bottles that he opened right in front of her S present when your glass was filled or your bottle opened

Lana passed around bottles As we turned to leave, the guy grabbed Lana’s ar to her that I couldn’t hear over the din of the

I watched as his hand that held the bottle opener curled around her side Lana didn’t uy was her cure for the night

I didn’t recognize him, but his ease in the kitchen spoke of familiarity in the fraternity He must have lived in the house because, before I knew it, we proceeded in a line upstairs and into a bedroom at the end of the hall

The doors were almost all closed except another one at the end of the hall that looked to be a bathroom At the sound of our steps, the door slammed closed from the inside Occupied, apparently

Lana introduced our beer supplier as Jack and closed the door behind us once we had all trooped inside "Jack the president?" I rinned and waved her hand in front of her face This ti He had that easy movement I associated with athletes, but his body wasn’t overly developed

Jack gestured for us to sit I looked around The rooe coffee table but no chairs, except two that were stationed in front of identical desks at the far end of the room

Jack and Lana sat down on one bed and Amy and I sat on the other Jack proceeded to pull out a bottle froes and a saltshaker in his hands

Oh no, tequila shots? I didn’t think I was ready for this Lana rubbed her hands together, and Amy bounced on the bed with little squeak of excitement I looked at the bottle with dread I was already in a sucktasticto lift my spirits Chances were, with e boy’s lap

"I’et sick and then I’ll be the worst party pooper ever Not to mention the fact that I’ll probably ruin my new blouse"