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... I guess we'll see if he's right."

You study her expression. She seems to be considering it at least.

"Hey, just so we're clear," she says. "This isn't consent."

You chuckle. "Oh, come on. You probably just want to get out of the crowd, right? I feel the same way. Let's just chill and see where things go." 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.

Sadie glances back down the hall. "Crazy how much difference a few steps makes. I can hear myself think again."

"I know right?" You hesitate and turn around. "How'd you meet Denise anyway? You're like... night and day."

"We're roommates. She's nice when she's sober. H-hey... did you mean what you said... about your preferences?"

You raise a brow. "That's sort of random. Why?"

Sadie folds her arms tight across her chest. "Because I don't agree. I mean, you say you like girls... small girls... but if I had my way I wouldn't be like this. Hell, if I could afford it-- and if my parents wouldn't kill me-- I'd just get implants."

You swallow back a lump in your throat. "Really? Wow..."

"Oh, I get it. You're not interested now or something? You expected me to be all flattered that you like flat chicks... and yeah... I get it... you noticed I stuff my bra. Con-grat-u-frickin-lations."

You rub the back of your neck. It's certainly a strange situation you've been put in. You just so happen to have a means to help her 'little problem', but how can you approach this?