No really, blame it on the alcohol
It had been a house party she'd been randomly invited to, Tina remembered. There had been a really cute guy in the kitchen, and he'd told her he was an underwear model, and she'd been a little bit drunk already so she traded him her shirt for a bottle of vodka. Tina was a fan of layers, thankfully, and still had an undershirt on, but still.
And then, naturally, she'd texted Artie about it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that she probably should have texted Mike about it, if she was going to text anyone, but Artie seemed like the right person to talk to at the moment.
Now, she was upstairs in one of the bedrooms with a window facing the front, with her body half-hanging out of said window, looking up and down the street for Artie. The bass from the music was so loud, she could still hear it with her head out the window.
Best party ever.