The music was blaring as Mindy gazed at her target. She needed to get this shot. Just one, and she was safe.

"Shoot already!" Some frat guy yelled from across the room. She glanced over at him. It was 2 AM and the guy was wearing sunglasses. Inside. She shook her head and tried to remember his name. Roger? Matt? No, Peter. That was it. Peter the frat star.

Mindy shook him off, once again aligning her hand with her goal. The pyramid of red cups leered at her from across the table. It's only beer pong, she thought groggily. You've shot plenty of candy wrappers into the trashcan. You can do this. She took a deep breath and tossed. The ball completely missed the table, bouncing off someone standing nearby. They grunted in Mindy's direction, watching as it deflected off them and into the crowd. Mindy groaned, stumbling over towards the group of sweaty college students.

"Excuse me!" She pushed bodies aside, scanning the ground for any sign of white plastic. She sighed in relief as she spotted it between a pair of Converses. "If I could just-" she struggled, wrenching the ball from its spot. The girl looked down at Mindy and laughed as she walked off towards the kitchen. Mindy stood up, fixing her hair and dusting herself off, muttering about designer jeans.

She walked back towards the long table. She tossed the ball to her opponent, who caught it easily in the hand that wasn't holding a beer. He juggling it in his fingers.

"Go ahead," Mindy said, already defeated. A sole red cup stood in front of her. If he sunk this, she was done. Not only did she lose, but she would be skunked. And that meant one thing:

She had to run a naked lap around the house.

Mindy was terrified. First off, she refused to run in her heels. She'd gotten them from an outlet, sure, but they were still a strain on her college budget.

Secondly, she was wearing her Spanx. She didn't want people to see what she looked like without them, running in her full glory. She'd meant to go to the gym last week, but there had been a Valentine's Day marathon on ABC Family…

No. He couldn't win. She'd do anything to make sure that didn't happen.

Mindy held her breath as her opponent aimed. He released, and she knew it was over. The ball sunk into the cup, bobbing as if cheering for his victory. The young man smirked, pleased at winning so easily. He moved around the table to face his victim.

"Good game," he extended a hand, still smirking. Mindy nodded, her hand limp in his. Maybe he wouldn't bring it up. Maybe he played by different rules, maybe he –

"So I skunked you." Mindy cringed. 'Yeah, you did," she replied, hoping she could play it off. Then an idea hit her.

"You know, that really was an impressive demonstration of skill," Mindy looked up through her eyelashes. When all else fails, flirt.

"I've played a little ball," he said smugly. Mindy smiled. It was working.

"Maybe you could give me a few tips," she suggested. She grabbed his arm. Woah. He was built. But she couldn't focus on that at this moment. There were bigger things – and thighs – at stake.

"Yeah, maybe I could." His eyes flashed. Mindy narrowed her own. So he wanted to play ball? She could too.

"You know what would be so much better than watching me run a silly little lap around the house?" Mindy asked.

She didn't give him the chance to answer. She grabbed him, pulling his lips onto hers. He gasped for a second, but quickly wrapped his arms around her and stooped down for better leverage. Mindy smiled into the kiss, knowing her plan was working. She traced her tongue along his bottom lip, reveling in her power as he shivered. She had to admit, he wasn't such a bad kisser either. He smelled of beer and – was that tomato sauce? It was an enticing combination.

Focus, Lahiri! She chastised herself, bringing herself back into the moment. She ran her fingers through his hair, causing his hands to start to slide down her back. That was her cue. She gave him one last little nibble on his bottom lip and then pulled back. Her opponent's hair stood up a little in the back and his eyes were dazed. Mindy smiled. Watching all those rom com's wasn't for nothing. She had studied the Greats, and now she knew how to kiss Great.

"Dude! Mackin' on the comp! You are a dawg!" Peter walked up, slapping the dazed boy on the back. Mindy rolled her eyes, starting to turn away.

"Wait! Where are you going?" The boy grabbed Mindy's hand, pulling her to face him.

She shrugged. "I think I've tried my luck enough for one night."

"Well, can I call you sometime? What's your number?" he asked, pulling out his phone. Mindy smiled. She'd done a better job than she'd thought.

"322-456-7772." It wasn't her number. She didn't need some random guy she met at a party calling her. Especially not a guy willing to let her run a naked lap. She turned towards the door.

"Wait! What's your name?" He called after her.

"Chloe. Chloe Silverado." She smiled with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"Chloe." He returned his smile. "I'm Danny." Mindy nodded, already forgetting the boy and the party. "Bye." She waved and walked out the door.