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hesitates slightly when she stands in front of me. Holding up her hand, I think it trembles before I gently meet it with my own.
    “Don’t worry,” she whispers, leaning in slightly, “I’m not driving.”
    I try to hide the ridiculous smile that’s coming. “Don’t worry, I’m not on duty,” I whisper back.
    She nods before continuing her circle until she gets back to her partner on the other side.
    “Now, who’s the next victim?”
    Hours passed and more people began to trickle out. I’ve definitely had too much to drink. I think I’m sleeping on the couch again, having seen too many accidents to risk driving. Bedford comes stumbling into the room with a full beer this time. “You staying here, Smith?”
    “Looks that way.”
    “Grab a blanket from the closet upstairs. Me and Court are going to play one last game of pong.”
    “Will do.” I head upstairs. It takes me a few tries, and one very awkward encounter, but I find the closet and steal a blanket before heading toward the couch. Rod is already facedown on the short side of the L-shaped sectional. I shake out the blanket, preparing to get comfortable, when I see someone at the edge of the dock, alone. I blink a few times until my eyes make out a shape. It’s her .
    Plastic crunches under my feet as I make my way across the yard. My ears vaguely recognize the ping of a ball hitting the side of a cup because my eyes are focused straight ahead. She’s like a beacon and I’m honing in on my target. The planks of the dock creak under my weight, but she never turns. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back, ending in a slight V, and her white shorts show off how smooth her legs are. Not knowing what else to do, I walk up to the edge beside her. Her arms are folded across her chest and her face never turns to meet mine.
    “You’re still here?” It is a dumb question; obviously, she’s still here. Stupid question .
    “Yeah, I don’t think I should be driving.”
    I nod in acknowledgement, trying to come up with something else to say. My feet shuffle awkwardly, whether from nervous tension or drunk legs, I don’t know. “Where’d you learn those pong skills?”
    A smile, finally. “I’m the younger sister to a legend. You learn things.” She shrugs. “Why didn’t you play?”
    “I didn’t want to get drunk—But I guess that ship has sailed.” I wobble again—Definitely not nerves this time. I lose my balance, arms flailing like a spaz before I fall headfirst into the lake. When I burst through the surface, I hear nothing but laughter.
    “Are you okay?” she asks between giggles.
    “Yeah.” I shake water from my ears. “Come join me.”
    Her face scrunches up into that funny, focused face again before she slips out of her flip-flops and takes a running jump. Her body flies over mine and she drops into the water behind me.
    “Whoa.” She wipes the water from her eyes, treading closer to me. “The water is actually kind of nice.” She pauses. “What?”
    I didn’t realize I was making a face until she said something. “Nothing, I just didn’t think you would do it.”
    “Why? I can have fun. I wasn’t always this stuffy.”
    “I didn’t call you stuffy.”
    “You were thinking it; everyone does.” She looks across the lake.
    “Becca, every time I see you now you’re drunk. I don’t think you are stuffy.”
    She nods. “You’re right—you’re the stuffy one.” She splashes me.
    “Hey, not fair!”
    “Just calling it like I see it, Mr. Stuffy-Pants.” She’s got her feet up on the ladder before I can utter a response. I watch as she climbs up and twists the water out of her hair. The bulge in my pants grows when I glance up from her dripping wet legs to notice her shorts have gone see-through. Her pink panties are all my eyes can focus on, as if it were glow in the dark.
    “I’m so not stuffy,” I call.
    “Prove it.” She turns and heads back down the dock. Holy crap . I scramble to the ladder and slip,