“It’s true,” Vanessa says with pride. Her eyes land on Katrina and her smile widens. “Hey, you’re Katrina. You work at the café with Blair… or well, did before she quit.”

Katrina nods. “I thought I recognized you. You’re her roommate, right? It’s not the same without her.”

Vanessa is hot but ruthless. I wouldn’t cross her for any amount of money, but right now she smiles so sweetly as she motions for Katrina to take the seat next to her that I’m at a total loss. My Kitty seems to have a weird effect on everyone. The remaining seats are on the other side of the table, so I pull out a chair for Tabitha and then take the one directly across from Katrina. At least this way I can watch her more carefully. So much for getting handsy, though.

We play quarters and Vanessa destroys us as Mario predicted. My eyes stay glued to Katrina who watches and copies the movements of everyone else. I can’t get a read on her. She’s not a party hopper because I’ve never seen her out, but she seems to be enjoying herself if not more timidly than everyone else.

“Okay, I’m out,” Mario says after he’s forced to take another shot.

Vanessa scrunches up her nose at him. “Good call. I don’t want you to have whiskey dick later.”

“TMI, V,” I say with a chuckle and watch as Mario hangs his head and mumbles something under his breath.

“How about Drunk Jenga? You still got that one?” I ask, not having any interest in playing anything, but suddenly feeling like I need to be Martha-fucking-Stewart playing hostess and ensuring everyone has a good time. Well, not everyone, just Katrina.

“Good call,” the jersey chaser next to me says with more enthusiasm than Jenga deserves.

“What’s Drunk Jenga?” Katrina asks hesitant and quiet, directed to me.

“You’ll like it,” I promise. And she will. Her having a good time has become my only goal for the night. Well, and getting her home with me.

We set up Jenga and Katrina laughs as she reads out some of the tiles. “Flash the table.”

One of my personal favorites.

“Make a rule for the table.” And “Dare two people to kiss.”

I read the look on her face that asks if we’re seriously going to play such a ridiculous game that could have been made up by middle school boys. Yep, sweetheart, college is just puberty on steroids. Playing games like Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare, or I’ve Never is totally legit because there is alcohol involved. Tomorrow people will blame their actions tonight on being drunk when the truth is they were super horny and looking to get laid.

“I’ll go first,” the girl next to me says, side-eyeing me. Ah, hell. I hadn’t considered that I might have to partake in the festivities. I mean, I’m usually game, but with Kitty here – no fucking way I’m wasting time making out with some other girl.