Vinny threw a party the night one of her friends got married. Having properly mourned the relationship that she was evicted from five months prior, she decided to resume her pursuit of him. Upon arriving, she saw that night as just another step in the dance, drink, talk, flirt cycle. She showed up, entourage in tow, and did a lap for anyone she knew, namely, Vinny. Not that she was expecting anything. The circumstances of the party were of the toga variety, but upon noticing the people outside were not wearing togas, there was a last minute ditch made. The only time she showed up to a party wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. Nothing was expected. Hoped for, yes. Expected, no. She found Vinny. He reminded her of Dionesius, the god of wine. Either that or the gohst of Christmas present, full of cheer. Or booze, not like there was much of a difference. They exchanged suggestive banter, as was their custom, and he directed her toward the band and keg in the basement.

Continuing the lap, she saw some people who knew people she knew and had been introduced to once or twice before, ex boyfriends of friends, and a disgusting score of ex classmates. All from english classes. At least the conversation wouldn't kill her. But the world was too small for her state of sobriety and so she needed a smoke to prelude the drinking. She took the entourage with her. Standing fifteen feet from the door she saw one of Vinny's neighbors doing something with fire. What he was doing, remained to be understood. It remided her of the cartoons she used to watch in her childhood. Captain Planet. She said something most likely billigerent and witty, she can't remember. Some guy came up and joined in the conversation. It was dark, whatever, she didn't care, it was somebody new. But he was funny. Funny is always good. He continued to be funny through the cigarette, the retreival of the beer from the keg and back into the living room, and down to the floor. During one of her rants someone called her pretentious. She leaned forward, drunk as she was, and informed the young man that she was an english major and it was her God-given RIGHT to be pretentious. It was her manifest destiny. It was at that point that her companion introduced himself as Eddie. Eddie asked if she wanted to cut out of the party. It was SO on. She refilled her beer (which took longer than it should have, even drunk) and left with him.

He took her over to a rarely used building on campus, high on a hill. You could see the lights of the entire town, winking, blinking, nodding. Eddie's arm was around her, and she smiled like the cheshire cat in the dark. He kissed her and suddenly she didn't care about the fucking lights.

After several minutes of decent drunken making out, Eddie asked if she wanted to come back with him to his place. She was too drunk to resist his arty charms, and communicated it as such. "okay."