"You have to do this, Nick", Jess put her hands on her hips. "You owe me."
"I'm not going to faculty party, Jess." Nick leaned to the side to see the TV she was standing in front of. "I don't owe you that much."
"You so totally do." She turned the TV off and he threw his hands up in exasperation. "Sam was supposed to go, and be amazing, and keep the creepy chemistry professor away who keeps hitting on me in that creepy mad-scientist way." Nick made his 'what' face and she pointed at him with her teacher finger. "Don't look at me like that. That creeper probably makes rufies in his classroom when he's alone!"
He shook his head at her. "I'm sorry, Jess. College parties, yes. College Faculty parties, no way." He snorted a little when she crossed her arms and stamped her foot.
"Your fault equals you're going. You're going to be my pretend boyfriend and make sure that I don't end up drugged in the back of a van. 7pm tomorrow, Miller," and with that she flounced away towards her room.
"Pfft. I'm not going to some stupid party," Nick muttered as he turned to TV back on. "With stupid college professors," he took a swig of beer. "And Jess' creepy co-workers...," he paused as his imagination conjured up a room full of balding men with sweaty palms and lab coats...and Jessica trapped in a corner being offered a drink.
"Damn it," he muttered. "Fine! I'll go to your damn party," he yelled from the couch.
"Damn right you will!" She yelled back.-