"Hey," said Allie, putting her hand on my arm and drawing me aside. The others didn't seem to notice; Dmitri was handing over his dad's credit card and looked as if he was trying not to throw up, and the girls were commiserating as they gathered their belongings. "That was – wow, that was really impressive, Conrad. And I have to say," she looked down shyly, "kinda hot, too." She was wearing a red t-shirt and tight capris, a juicy muffin-top spilling over the waistband. "I wondered if maybe you wanted to ... come back to my place?"
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