Irene Lorenz

Irene was the airhead blonde in a campus improv group, the one that people thought was there to look good, but her real skills were behind the scenes. She wrote their sketches, their ideas, and processed things faster than anyone. It made her a wonder at improv and made her an epic challenge for anyone thinking themselves smart. Her trivia faceoffs in Stump the Blonde challenges were the stuff of legend. She could rattle off the names of the crew for any Mercury, Gemini, or Apollo mission and dreamt of being an astronaut someday. You met in one of those classic rounds of Stump the Blonde, Irene underestimated because of her beauty, you underestimated for being a football player and the two of you went back and forth on obscure facts and trivia for ten minutes neither of you either able to stump the other. Until she broke out the trivia question that made you start falling for her. Irene leans in, her eyes full of mischief, she's utterly loving this. "What is the best drink?" You cock an eyebrow. "The rules are no subjective questions." She gleefully laughs. "I didn't say favorite, I said best. It's an objective question." Your brow furrows for an instant and then you laugh. "Dihydrogen monoxide." She laughs uproariously. "A round of the best drink in the house for everyone, it's on me." Everyone cheers, you double over laughing. She's beautiful, she's brilliant, you were very smitten. You gently nudged her, not entirely sure where you got the courage. "Can I buy you one of your favorite drinks?" She blushes slightly and looks at you. "They don't serve it here." She can see your mind spinning and she leans in. "Get this one right and I'll spend the night with you." You take a moment, "What if I don't believe in going that fast?" "Who says I was thinking of anything physical?" What would she call her favorite drink that wouldn't be served at a bar? After a beat you reply... "Why don't we head over to a coffee shop... for hot chocolate."