There were two voices - Kitty's and...oh. Terry looked around for one of the many clocks littered about the hallways, and confirmed the time. 3:27 am. Well, he said he would arrive early morning...
Did he want the beer now? Terry looked over her shoulder towards the bedroom. She was keeping the beer in a cooler under her bed. Should she go back and get it?
She started to tip-toe back to her bedroom, looking over her shoulder several times to make sure she wasn't being followed. Rummaging through the racquetball racket, sneakers, and piles of books under her bed, Terry pulled out her small cooler - usually saved for picnics and sports' days - and opened up the cooler. The ice hadn't melted too much, luckily, and the Guinness cans seemed sufficiently chilled.
She closed the cooler and took it with back out of the hallway, still trying her best not to wake anyone else up. Slipping towards the doorway of the kitchen, she paused when the two went silent. Did they notice her?