Puzzled, Cassie looked at the guy for a moment. She had been holding the pizza boxes, expecting him to take them, instead he's fishing for cash. Why can't people be ready when she comes to the door?<br/><br/>"Umm ... yeah, okay. That's twenty-one seventy-five," she said as she stepped inside.<br/><br/>She glanced around, noting that this was yet another football party, certainly not her first of the night. She set the pizzas on the table, having to push aside a few empty beer cans. Cassie felt a little uncomfortable actually being inside the house, she never did that, but what was she going to do? Beside, this was her last trip, so there really wasn't any huge rush.<br/><br/>She just hoped he didn't take all night.