Keep playing it discreet

The better part of valor, that's what the maxim says. So, as such, you decide that it doesn't matter if Lati is baiting you or not. The opportunity of going up to her room, getting her buzzed, and maybe just losing a little bit of your supply of product is a cost you're glad to pay for the prospect of her thick ass and her massive sweater-puppies.

"Let's just blaze a little." You even offer Lati some weed for free.

She smiles; all girls like free shit.

"Cool, if it's good, I might even score a little extra off you," Lati actually switches her gaze from you to Erin while she says the last part.

"Sweet," you return her smile.

Erin, however, is unimpressed. "Don't forget you're expected to be downstairs for the mixer, Lati. You've got a fine coming your way if you flake on another one."

"Ugh, whatever!" Lati rolls her eyes at Erin, flipping her long brown hair. She makes a gesture for you to follow her upstairs.