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We showed up late because Logan had hockey practice, but still, it’s only ten o’clock, which seems way too early for everyone to already be this wasted

"I’ll give you twenty bucks if you get up on one of those tables," Logan rasps in rin and pretends to rub his sore biceps "Want a drink?" He raises his voice to be heard over the music

"Sure," I call back

We wander into the kitchen, which is equally crowded and equally loud Logan swipes a rum bottle from the counter, pours two plastic cups, then dumps some Coke in them to sweeten the deal I sip the drink and make a face God, his rum-and-Coke recipe needs some work It’s pretty much just rum

The alcohol burns downa short halter dress, whichto battle the sheen of sweat rising on my skin

"How are you friends with this crowd?" I ask as we leave the kitchen "My dad told me that the hockey and football players at this university have an age-old rivalry"

"Not anyo when the savior arrived at Briar"

"Uh-huh And as the savior?"

"Dean," he ansith a snort "I’ in a skirt--"

I feign a gasp "Oh my God Are you serious?"

He chuckles "Anyway, once he ran out of puck bunnies to screw in freshroupie pool He wound up at one of Beau’s parties, the two of thenized the man-slut in each other, and they’ve been friends ever since" Logan slings one arm around ed uys to a few parties and we hit it off with the meatheads too And yeah, the blood feud was put to rest"

I have no clue where we’re going, but Logan seems to know the house like the back of his hand He bypasses several closed doors before leading h a doorway that opens onto a spacious den Two massive leather sofas set in an L-shape take up the center of the roohts There’s a pool table behind the larger couch, and a cue-wielding guy with a bushy beard studies the green felt intently, while his opponent taunts hi to miss the shot