Jameson was exactly where he always was at parties. Sitting on the couch, waiting for somebody to come talk to him. In fact, he had moved twice in the past two hours. Each time, he fetched a beer and returned to the couch alone.

When Becca sat down next to him, he couldn’t believe his good luck. The hottest girl at the party, right next to him. It was something out of the greatest hits collection of his highly imaginative mind.

But then she had to ruin everything by talking. “So, tell me Jameson, if you could go anywhere in the world to live where would you go? Who would you take? Would there be beer? War? Religion?”

If Jameson was on AIM , instead of staring into the eyes of the most fascinating girl on the planet, he would have had more time to come up with something witty to say. Say something!

“I’ll drop by later to see if you’ve come up with anything,” she said, walking away.

Paul sat down in her stead. “Dude, she’s really throwing it out there, tonight. Gonna do anything about it?”