A cute brunette...

His face was set to shout when the door opened and a short, petite brunette peered shyly out at him. Her brown eyes melted him, making him feel guilty for wanting to yell, even though she wasn't his target.
"Um...hi," he stammered. "Is Tori here?"
She smiled sweetly. "You're John, aren't you?"
She pulled the door open all the way, revealing her body, which had been mostly hidden behind the door. He eyed her quickly, unable to help himself. She was wearing a cut-off T-shirt, sporting a faded number 15, and a pair of cut-off jeans shorts. She took three quick steps and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"She's talked about you since she got here. Where have you been?"
"Umm...I got the wrong address," he stammered. "I mean, I went to the wrong address.""Oh," she said, taking him by the hand and tugging at him. "C'mon, everybody's inside or out back. You want a drink?"
"Umm..""C'mon, have a drink with me, jsut one..." She turned to him and smiled, her eyes lighting up, and John had to say yes.
"Okay. I'll have a drink."
They traveled through a small foyer and passed a staircase into what looked like a dining room. Various bottles of liquer were placed on the table and near them werea stack of cocktail glasses.
As they passed the staircase, he could swear he could hear voices upstairs, not talking but...moaning? No, gasping.
"What'll you have?" She asked.
"Surprise me?" He asked, not wanting to bother thinking it over. Events were getting too strange for his immediate comprehension.
She thought for moment, then smiled widely and pointed to him suddenly. "How about I invent something, just for you?"
He smiled back, unable to conrol himself. "Sounds great."
"Now, go into the foyer, so you don't see what all I'm mixing in here," she insisted.
He complied, exiting the room and waiting a few feet from the bottom of the stairwell, hearing the moans and gasps more clearly now. Someone was having a whole lot of fun up there...