Sandy tried to keep up a brave face, but she also drank several shots down in the dying minutes of the game, one after the other. When the game ended Jim let out a loud cheer and Sandy stood rather shakily.
"Put on some music for me." she slurred as she looked my way.
I objected, imploring her to sit down and renege on the deal. This had gone far enough.
Sandy snapped at me to shut up and help her out with some music. I was taken aback by her anger and quickly turned off the tv and put on some Madonna, which I knew she liked. I noticed my hands were shaking.
I turned and saw Sandy had pulled the table close to Jim and was standing on it. She started to sway to the music, at first self-consciously, but she seemed to quickly lose herself in the task at hand. Jim was clearly excited, even
