She looked at him and giggled, taking another gulp of the drink. It was all gone, so she placed the plastic cup on the table, wondering why she couldn't find any trash cans around here. And then she remembered she hadn't looked for any, which made her giggle again.<br/><br/>"Well he doesn't have to be here. You've never thrown a part while the parents were away? They're much more fun!!"<br/><br/>She felt like a teenager again, which she pretty much still was. She was only nineteen years of age and definitely wasn't past the partying and drinking phase yet. She thought about what he had said for a moment and gasped.<br/><br/>"Can I ride the stallion!? You could take me riding. I've never rode before. It would be fun."<br/><br/>Her knees buckled a little under her plus sized body and she couldn't keep from laughing at herself.<br/><br/>"So what's in the punch exactly?" she asked, her words starting to slur together. When all was said and done her 'well put-together sentence' sounded more like: "S'vats in da punch ley?"