Amy looked up up at Ben and then at his hand. "Um, ok. We can work as a team." she said, taking his hand in her own small hand and was escorted  to the couch. Her icey blue eyes lingered on the group of people who seemed to be ravishing each other in heated kisses. Amy couldn't help but blush. She sat down, legs tight together and feeling awkward as she was about a foot away from the hedonistic people.<br/><br/>She timidly adjusted the black bow hair band on her head and bit her bottom lip. "I don't think this is a mystery murder dinner..." she whispered to Ben, holding up her left hand to hide her lips from the crowd. She then opened her purse, which displayed very little inside. Chapstick, wallet, a crumpled ten dollar bill, tissues, a tampon and a note pad with pen as well as the invitation she had received. Taking it out she opened it up and began reading it more carefully.<br/><br/>"Oh." she said, closing it and laughing nervously. This had not been the first time she misread something, or misinterpreted an invitation. "Well...don't I feel sheepish! This is just like the time I went to a Lemon Party. Boy, was that a mistake! No lemons. I've never seen so many wrinkled butts!" Amy laughed again, nervously. Her eyes looked from Ben to Sara and Brad, then back to Ben. Followed by Alexa.<br/><br/>Amy felt stupid and embarrassed, wanting to go hide under blanket as she was now sitting on a couch that was seeing more action then she had in her entire life. Still, watching the people make out and grope each other's bodies made Amy feel a bit excited, like she was spying on something she wasn't suppose to. She saw Marc at the other end on the arm rest, with  the girl,Natalie, in his lap, clearly making out. Even the host was getting in on it!