Winning, you try to keep up the pressure

Mimi is sipping her drink, looking like a knock-out while the music is pumping. She shoots and misses, but she doesn't seem to care. You eye each other out of the corners of your vision, more focused on one another than the game. Is this what they call chemistry?

Mimi is gyrating in time to the music; you couldn't really call it dancing. There's a sexual swing to her hips that suggests more Animal Planet than MTV, and she occasionally belts out a lyric or two.

The frat brothers score a point, 5-4, but you're glad to finish your beer. It's getting warm in the sorority house. The social function is in full swing now, and Mimi removes her gloves, whipping one around over her head before asking you to hold onto it in a pocket for her.

Neither Kappa Sigma frat brother makes their point, and it's your turn. You line up, squint and take aim! Bulls-eye! It's in! You and Mimi slap a high five and she rubs up next to you as she douses her ping pong ball and gets ready for her turn. Mimi shoots...

It's a soft, arcing shot of a lob. High and, and it looks like it will...

"What the HELL?!"

Before the ball can land in the cup (or on the table, or anywhere), one of your opponents reaches out and grabs it out of the air. Mimi was the one who yelled, and she is making crude gestures across the table as she demands an explanation.

"It was an over-throw," one of the frat bros says. "You can catch on a fly if it's over the table."

"It was NOT over the table!" Mimi insists.

"Listen, cutie, trust us. We've played this game a thousand times just this semester. It was well over the table." The brother who caught the ball looks a little sheepish, but he isn't backing down.

"Oh, hell, no!" Mimi is adorable when she's mad. Her face is flushed and it spreads straight down to her cleavage. In the lights it almost looks like a deep-tan. Her chest is heaving with anger.

"We'll give you a re-do, if it'll make you feel better?" the first Kappa Sigma brother offers.