My bedroom door swings open. “Kasey!” A female voice singsongs, startling me. “Why are you studying right now when you should be hanging out with me!”
Quinn skips into my room wearing a bright orange bikini top and a pair of cut-off denim shorts. She plops down on my bed beside me, an exaggerated pout on her face.
“You’re drunk,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. “Obviously. And you should be, too.” Then with a whine she adds, “I’m sorry.”
I frown at her over the edge of my book. “What is there to be sorry for?”
“I’m your big sister. I’m supposed to make your Kappa Mu experience epic, and instead of having fun with us you’re holed up in your room doing homework.” She throws herself back on my bed dramatically. “I’ve failed you.”
I roll my eyes. Drunk Quinn is an interesting sight to behold. “You have not failed me,” I tell her. “You’re a great big.”
She perks up. “I am?”
I shrug. Why not? It’s not like I have anything to compare her to, and I didn’t really come here with any expectations. She’s answered any questions I’ve had and she hasn’t been a jerk like some of the other girls in the house, so I’d say we were off to a good start.
“Yep. The best.” I turn back to my book, hoping that’ll be that and she’ll see herself to the door.
“Great. Then as your amazing big sister, I demand you party!” She cheers as she jumps from the bed with a fresh wave of energy. “We need drinks!”
“I’m supposed to study,” I tell her, resisting her efforts to drag me from my bed.
“You can study later. You need to have fun!”
“I also need to pass my classes,” I remind her, but she doesn’t seem worried.
“You will. You’re smart. So come on. There’s no time like the present.”
“Fine,” I sigh, and let her drag me from my room. After today's nightmare of an English exam that I am eighty percent sure I completely bombed, I guess I can take a short break and hang out for a little bit. Besides, it doesn’t look like she’s going to take no for an answer.
Quinn pulls me down the hall and through the main part of the house before pausing right as we get to the doors leading into the backyard. “Clothes!”
“Uh, what about them?”
She whirls on me. “You need them!” She makes a show of smacking her own forehead. “Come on. You need to change.”
Now I’m being dragged back the way we came, but instead of going into my room where, you know, all my clothes are, she pulls me into hers and starts rifling through her closet.
“What are you doing?”
She pulls pieces out left and right, tossing them behind her on the floor after she rejects them. "You do know you're going to have to clean that up, right?" I remind her.
“The guys from Alpha Ze are here.”
Yippee, stupid drunk frat boys. I am so excited. Cue the sarcasm.
“So. Your point?”
She turns and scowls at me, waving what looks like a purple crop top in my face. “So? So, you’re wearing that?”
“What's wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask, looking down at my jean shorts and oversized crew neck t-shirt.
“Are you modest?” she asks, ignoring my question and going back to sifting through her clothes.
“Not particularly. Why?”
“Because you’re always covered up. You’re in college. This is where you go to see others and be seen.”
