Try your luck.

You sidle closer, putting a hand on her leg. "You're not big on drinking, right? So, let's go chat somewhere more private."

She glanced down at your hand, and back to you. Her expression hardens. "You're seriously doing this?"

"Dead serious."

"I'm not going to fuck you. I barely know you."

"Who said anything about that? There's a whole spectrum between talk and sex, right? You're a tough gal, you're not gonna let me get away with anything you don't want me to do right?"

She doesn't move your hand. That's a good sign at least.

"True, I guess." She glances away. "And it is rather stuffy in this place. You got somewhere we can disappear to?"

You back off, taking the edge off the conversation. "Yeah, I got a friend that'll let me use his room upstairs. I think he has some sodas up there in the fridge too."

Sadie smiles. "Yeah. I'd like that."

You stand, picking out your friend from the crowd. He spots you over the sea of chatting people. All it takes is a little wave and a casual point at Sadie. He responds with an 'OK' sign and points to the staircase.

_That must mean the room's unlocked. _You turn back to Sadie. "He says it's cool. I hope you don't mind, but he's probably going to assume I'm taking you up there to fool around."

Sadie folds her arms across her chest and shrugs. "Well if and when that gets debunked, I expect you to set him straight. If it gets me out of the crowd, I'm cool with it. And Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're right about me being tough. You try to push too hard and I'll collapse your nuts."

_Yikes. _You manage a smile despite that. Good thing you didn't push too hard, huh? "No need for that, I'll ask nicely. I mean, we're not drinking so..."

"I get it," she says. "I'm not promising anything. Clear?"

You walk up the stairs with Sadie in tow, Terry spots you on the way and gives you a thumbs up. You just smile over at him on the sly. The frat house is a really nice, old building with three floors. Your friend's room is on the second and you turn the corner.

"Anyone else gonna be up here?"

"This early in the party?" you say. "No way. We gotta wait till people get more liquid courage in their--"

Sadie slams into you from behind, twisting an arm behind your back and mashing your face against the wall. You let out a small yelp, but it's muffled.

"I wanna see that notebook," Saide says. "Scream out and you'll wish you didn't."

"What? My N-notebook?"

She plucks it away from you, holding your arm still. She's not really that strong, but she's got training. You can tell from the way pain pulses through your arm at the slightest touch.

"Anything you want to admit to before I open this?"