Caitlin knocks on the door.

You jump up in shock when you hear the door.

You quickly run over to open it. It's Caitlin and she's holding a bag.

"Can I come in," she smiles sweetly at you.

"Sure," you reply.

"Thanks," she brushes past you and grabs a seat on the couch.

"Can I get you anything," you offer.

She just smiles,"No, I brought some stuff with me."

She reaches into the bag and pulls out two over-sized bottles of beer. You can't recognize the brand. It must be expensive.

She offers you one, "Thanks," you quickly reply.

She pops her cap and takes a deep swig.

"Good, you have a DVD player," she dumps her bag out.

At least ten DVDs fall out. Some you recognize, but some are not marked. They really spark your interest.

"Pick a movie," she offers while taking another deep swig. "I really love this beer, my dad bought it from some micro-brewery."

You watch the way her lips wrap around the bottle. It really makes your blood boil. You're forgetting about the party with the field hockey players already.