At the Bar

Carrie enrolled into Chad's university, and then started to stalk -- err, study him. He was a typical dumb jock. Not much time in class. Lots of time partying. Lots of frat parties. Carrie sighed. Even at 25, she felt too old for this shit.

He was dating a girl named Kristin, that he'd met in Texas and had moved with him to Florida. But sometimes she went out with the girls, while he went to the bars, so she went into an Irish bar, settling up 'coincidentally' beside him.

"Hey big boy," Carrie purred, accidentally bumping him. "Oh my god, are you Chad Putnam?"

"Do I know you?" Chad said, his eyes glassy.

"No, no, I'm just like, a huge fan," Carrie said, playing up the ditz role.

"Oh, cool. Look, I'm in a relationship," he said, his voice slurring.

"Oh, no, no no. I just want to be friends," Carrie lied.

"Oh. Cool. Well, you're hot, so I bet one of my friends would be into you. Delta is having a party here at midnight if you're down!"

Carrie internally recoiled in horror at what time she'd get to sleep, but smiled perkily. "Sure!"