Faye walked up to Kennedy, someone she only knew in passing, red lipstick a bit smeared already at another Redwood dorm pregame. A few students were playing beer pong in the center of the room, but Faye was still finishing off a cup she had generously poured with Vodka as she approached him. “Okay. Need some advice. Which of these lucky lads should I hook up with tonight?” @kxnnyduncan












