Last Dance With Mary Jane

The party was still hopping a couple of hours later. Co-eds were dangling off the arms of dreary-eyed frat boys. Ping pong balls were bouncing from tables and people seemed to fill every single corridor throughout the large frat house. 

We were snuggled on the patio. I had long since stolen Kaden's hoodie and one look to my left let me know that Dave and Gabby were far more comfortable with one another than "friends" would tend to be.

"So, how much more do you need to make in order for you to be able to make the payment to the school?" Gabby asked from her position tucked under Dave's arm. 

I shifted in my seat before answering her. "Ummm, pretty much seventy-five percent of it."