Lie.

Beth only hesitated a second before giggling. "You're a cute young soldier and you just got back in town."
"And you wanted me to bring someone back here, and fuck them in your home?"
"No...I'll admit, I didn't think that part through. You could always have gone home with one of them instead, you know." Beth was hoping that Kyle hadn't sussed out the real reason: That she had been trying to mask her own attraction to him by playing wingman.
"So, you were just being... neighborly?"
"Yessh..." she slurred. "Exactly."
"I'll be totally honest, I didn't really dig on any of them." He was looking at her intently now. "They were all cute, but a little bit bubble-headed for me. I like a girl with a bit more going on upstairs, you know?" Beth wasn't sure if it was the booze, but she thought that Kyle was looking very intently at her when he said those last words.
Don't get ideas... you're drunk. You're not thinking clearly.
"I...I think I'm going to hit the bed. Hit the sack." Beth giggled. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Yeah... me too."
Beth stumbled her way up the stairs, with strange thoughts floating around in her head. Brian...fucking Kyle's girlfriend. It seemed impossible. She always called him Mr. Straight Arrow. Lindsay had always been less kind, calling him "Mr. Boring." and lately, "Mr. Workaholic." But, what if...
No, she didn't like that line of thought.
You need to focus on keeping your own panties on, girl. Especially around Kyle.
Beth pulled off her clothes and slipped into bed in just her panties. Brian was snoring, and it didn't seem that he had thrown up in the garbage. Between the two of them, the room stunk of ****. She slipped out of consciousness into a world of fuzzy dreams that she couldn't quite get a grip on....