You're standing in front of your bedroom mirror, getting ready for the big party tonight. Your boyfriend, Ryan, knows the guy who is having the party. His name is Kevin. You are a little worried about the people who are going to be at the party. It is an older crowd and you hope you'll fit in. Maybe your friend Sara will be there. You stare at your body in the mirror - you think you look fat in that shirt. You put on a baggy t-shirt and some old jeans. That's better. You put on a little pink lipstick that you know Ryan likes, and head downstairs. "Where are you going looking like that?" your dad asks. "I'm sleeping over at Sara's house," you answer. You figure that it's just a little white lie so you don't have to worry about being home on time. "Aren't you going to have some dinner?" asks your dad. You leave without answering him.

You run out of the house, jump into Ryan's car and give him a big kiss. You're so happy to see him, but is that beer you smell? He must have had a couple of beers before coming to pick you up. He's not allowed to drink at home so you wonder where he's been. Anyway, you:

Ignore the smell. He's probably okay to drive, and you don't want to start the night off with a fight.	Tell Ryan that he smells like beer, and gently ask him to give you the keys. You drive to the party - after all you have your G1.