I sat up, and as I did, another glint! I had my sunshades on, and peered at the window from where it had come. The room had blinds, but I could have ...sworn I saw the shadowy outline of someone. Was someone watching me? The thought flashed through me like electricity, and I was instantly both intrigued and disturbed. I bit my lip, thinking about it. It could only be Rob.. Julie and the k**s had left earlier. Maybe he was just doing something in the room, probably innocently. But I recalled then. I suddenly got the feeling it should have been me buying his drinks, instead of the other way around. I couldn’t imagine what he’d gone through, but I was sure it was worse than what I was going through now.The booze flowed freely. I was drinking Jack Daniels and Coke because I could drink that through a straw. It really wouldn’t have mattered though, because every time I leaned forward to take a drink, one of the girls on either side of me would lift my glass to make it easier.I can’t remember. They’re going to a house party first, somebody in her roommates classes, and on the walk there she’s glad of the modesty of her costume, not for appearances sake, but because of the late October winds. It’s not a bad party she supposes, sipping at a plastic cup of cheap wine and making small talk about summer jobs with a suit-wearing guy from the year above. She’d mock the cop out costume, half of the guys in the room are wearing suits and calling themselves spies or James Bond, if it weren’t. “Ow – like, why can't we be tall like Abbi or Lucy?”Becky groaned in response. “They're not tall, hun... we're just tiny,” she moped, letting her face sink in her hands and her shoulders dropped, staring at herself in the mirror. Both sisters had long blonde hair, slightly below shoulder-length, Becky's being wavy while Amy's being completely straight.“Ow!” Amy pulled her tangled hair again, “Whatever!! God, I hate being so short.” She gripped on her hair brush harder, gritting her teeth. “I.