Don't call it a comeback!

With the game tied and the ball literally in your court, you can feel the momentum flowing, and, if you're honest, the start of a buzz. Now, you're no lightweight, but the thrill of being in the company of a girl as beautiful as Mimi help the brewskis get to your system a little quicker (not having eaten dinner yet helps, too).

Mimi's feeling the ****, that's for sure. Her cheeks have a warm tint to them and she's started rocking to the beat of the music again. Goddamn, how come Asian women can step around in high heels like it ain't no thang??

With all that moxie, you hit a shot, and Mimi comes very close to scoring, too.

The Kappa Sigmas return fire. One makes a cup.

"What happens now?" Mimi asks, pushing her straight black hair out of her face.

"Now YOU have to rebuttal," the frat bros are good about explaining the rules. It is their game, after all.

"Hmph!" Mimi gets haughty, hikes up her dress. Leaning far far across the table (which isn't illegal for ladies, due to the difficulty of shooting on just one cup all the time) Mimi closes one eye and hits her shot!

You quickly follow up; it sails in! Splish! The frat brothers look at you, agog. You're schooling them at their own game!

"Awwwwww, yeah! That's right, baby!" Mimi chirps proudly.