Not even close

Your ball didn’t even end up in the same zip code as Jo’s cup.

“HA! VICTORY! SUCK ON THAT!” Jo shouts triumphantly.

“Bullshit, you only one cause you were flashing your tits in my face!” you protest.

“Hey, a girl has to use every advantage she’s got.” By now she had come over to your side of the table, playfully draping herself on your shoulders. “Tell you what, as my prize for winning, I want you to give me a guided tour of the basement. How does that sound?”

“Really?” The frat house’s basement had gotten the reputation around campus as a den of vice and depravity, where girls were lured down for all sorts of nefarious purposes.

“Yeah, I want to see if all the legends are true!” Joe says with a wink.

You lead her down the hall to the basement door. Opening it, you usher her down, saying, with mock somberness:

“Abandon hope all ye who enter here!”