CHAPTER SEVEN
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Kegs. Check. All six of them.
Food. Check. Scheduled to be delivered from Sparky's thirty minutes before the first people would arrive.
Place. Check. Mine. Obviously.
So what else did I need for my party? People. I didn't need to worry about that.
I sighed, smoothed my hands down my pants, and tried to relax. I was fine. Everything was fine. Everything would be fine.
Then the gate buzzed, and I cursed while glancing at the clock. The party wasn't supposed to start for another two hours, but no one would come until two hours after that. People should know the unspoken party etiquette of arrivals. As I checked the cameras, I saw the sorority girl who'd propositioned me earlier. I pressed the button to open the gate. A moment later, she was on my porch and I open
