A case of beer

You find a case of Milwaukee's Best beer, about the cheapest rotgut you can buy. You have never seen Moira touch a drop of ****, and, since she seems so innocent, figured that that extended to **** as well as sex.

Maybe she just bought it, deciding to not be such a goody-two-shoes. Maybe she's holding it for a friend, since you aren't supposed to have **** in the dorm. Or, she has a secret life nobody suspects.

You still don't see your book bag. You back out of the closest and head to the door. In your hurry, you stub your toe on the corner of her desk, letting out a grunt of pain. You look over at Moira to see if she heard you through her music.