"I'm not a virgin," Ginny snapped back at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Why the HELL had that been her first response? That was not the issue here. "Okay, yeah, we wouldn't be dressed if anything had happened," she muttered, mostly to herself, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I don't remember much after that part, either. You wanted more alcohol and we had a sort of shot contest... After that, everything gets really fuzzy."