"Not good enough," Irene said to Jason as she retrieved the rogue ball from the floor. That's what she got for being sassy and cocky. She turned and tossed the ball to Erin. "One of you two, give it a toss. I'd suggest not standing three feet from the table." The lack of a smile or grin might make her jokes difficult to read. She picked up her beer and took a drink. With teams of three it was easily assumed that getting a good buzz would be a slow effort unless they play with liquor.<br/><br/>Her left hip buzzed, startling her a moment. A small jerk of her body and a hiss as the adrenaline coursed up her spine. Heaving a relaxing sigh she pulled her phone out of the stretchy pocket. Winston. Her eyebrows quirked up before furrowing at the text. A rumbling scoff churned in her throat like a cement mixed. He wasn't a bad guy but the text was just weird.<i>&lt;Room 105. Beer pong&gt; </i>was her simple text back to her roomate. "My roomate, Winston, might be dropping by too," she announced to no one in particular. At least here he'd find a wider net to cast.<br/><br/><b>Location: </b>Room 105<br/><b>Speaking to: </b>Jason(<a class="username" data-user-id="4066" data-username="@True Grave" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/4066/">@True Grave</a>) and Erin(<a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>)<br/><b>Texting: </b>Winston(<a class="username" data-user-id="33333" data-username="@Gannameade" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33333/">@Gannameade</a>)