“Why are you sitting over here by yourself, Beth?”
She looked up into the drunken eyes of her best friend, Kelly Dimitri. Beth felt miserably out of place in the frat house’s living room, wishing she could slip out, but Kelly would have a fit. “It’s just that I don’t know anybody here.”
“And you won’t if you keep sitting in the corner, frowning.”
Beth tried to smile.
“Oh, pull-eeze!” Kelly laughed and took another gulp of beer from her plastic cup. “Aren’t you drinking?”
“Do they have anything besides beer?”
“This is a frat party. They have beer.”
“But I don’t like it.”
Kelly pulled Beth to her feet. She whispered, “Neither do I. But it does the trick. Just open your throat and pour it down. It tastes better as you go along.”
Kelly led her to the kitchen, where two kegs rested in
