Yep. And proud of it.

"Pretty creepy. I'm not afraid to admit when I'm hunting hot ass."

"Oh ho! I knew it." She doesn't strike you as even remotely angry. "Well your hot ass-radar is on point, buddy. I'm totally down with putting out for creeps. They're usually the more creative ones... honest too."

She shrugs. "Hey. Score us beers."

"Beers? Sure... There's some on the--"

"Not that crap. They always hide the good stuff, so if you can score us something better..." She pantomimes drinking from a bottle. "I'll get you something better." She bobs her hand back and forth... parroting a 'better' action.

"Y-yeah. No problem. Since you know the guy throwing the party and he keeps a private reserve in the kitchen. Not that you'd need to get something that high end. Diane strikes you as a beer gal, booze would just make it seem like you wanted to get her drunk.

So something tasty, maybe wine coolers? "Give me a sec. I won't take long."

You leave Diane on the main floor and worm your way towards the front kitchen. When you make it to the door you find it's locked. No sweat there... just need to--

You stoop over and grab the key from underneath, pausing only to make sure no one follows you in. One of the two side by side fridges is open and unlocked. Inside you see a slightly better selection. After seeing a whole lime, you settle on a pair of Coronas. Finding a knife is a different ordeal in itself, so you jerry rig slices with your room key.

You sneak back to find Diane right where you left her. She greets you with a big smile. "Coronas? Man, how'd you guess?"

You hand her one. "Can't go wrong with a classic."

She pushes the lime slice in and takes a long chug. There's something great about watching an attractive girl work a beer bottle... hopefully, that's a hint of things to come. She lets out a content sigh. "Hits the fucking spot! Beats the hell out of can beer that's for sure."

You look around for Terry, expecting him to pop up, but he's suspiciously absent. You push him to the back of your thoughts. "So uh... what do you do for fun?"

She chuckles. "You're looking at it! Parties. Beer. This is the life."

"Yeah. Drinking sure beats studying. What's your major?"

"I dunno."

You hesitate. "You're undeclared?"

"Yeah. That."

"Uh. You're uh... three-year, right?"

"I think so. Hard to keep count. The years sort of blur together."

She must be some rich kid. Your parents would castrate you if you went undeclared that long. "Can't let those great years go by."

"How about you?"

"Business. Exciting stuff... I know. I'm just playing it safe until I figure out what I want."

"That's like... so smart. You can use that for almost everything, right?"

"That's the idea... you don't have a steady boyfriend, though? Most girls that look half as good as you, end up practically married."

"Haha. Not my style. I just want to have fun. If you're looking for a steady girlfriend, you might as well give up now." She takes another long gulping sip on the beer. "Now... if you're looking to get laid for a few weeks..."

She's... really blunt.