“Fuck yeah it is,” Conrad chirps, taking the bottle and cracking it open. He places five cups across the island counter, filling them generously before adding in a chaser.
“Let’s get fucked up!” he bellows, each of us taking a drink.
A finger is tipped under my cup, and I gulp in way more than intended, causing me to choke. Liquid splutters from my mouth, and I notice he does the same to Regina.
“Lay off, asshole.” Jenna sneers at him, slapping Conrad’s hand away as he laughs it off.
“That’s fucking disgusting,” I groan, the burn lining my throat as I look for another drink.
“You’ll get used to it,” Conrad adds, passing me the chaser, and I pour a bit of my cup down the sink to dilute it.
Jenna leans on the counter.
“So, how the fuck did you two really pull this off?” she asks, eyeing both of them above the rim of her up.
“Unfortunately, we’re unable to trade such secrets.” George smirks, and I notice his drink is much fuller than ours.
She bunches her face up. “What, are you a part of the secret?”
Both of them smirk, a knowing look passing between them.
“Can neither confirm, nor deny,” George says, and I zone out their bickering as I look over the place.
Some guy is already chatting up Regina, and a weight rests on my shoulders, Conrad slumping his arm over me.
“So, where’s the boyfriend tonight?”
I shrug him off, putting a space between us. “He’s coming to pick me up soon.”
I really hope he reads my text right away. He always does, but this time I need it immediately, like yesterday. These guys are making me uncomfortable.
Something flickers over Conrad’s face, but it disappears as quickly as it came. “Party pooper. These nights last until the early morning. You guys should stay; you’ll probably never be here again.”
My brows dip as he chuckles, taking another drink before I answer.
“I’m good, thanks.” My words come out a little more slurred, and I place my cup down on the counter, but it’s more like I thump it.
Jesus, that shit hit me fast. Not a good idea to mix drinks.
“Indie? Regina? I’m going to the bathroom. You wanna come with me?” Jenna asks, and I look behind me to see Regina laughing with the guy she’s speaking to, completely oblivious to the question.
“I’ll wait here.” I tilt my head towards Regina, but the motion makes me feel dizzy.
Jenna turns her attention to the guys, eyeing them both with a frown. “Don’t be weird. I’ll be back in less than a minute.”
And with that, she plods down the hallway, disappearing as I see her feet stomp up the stairs.
“Shots, anyone?” George calls out, and I can already feel the room starting to tilt.
Jesus Christ, every time I blink it gets worse.
My lips are beginning to feel tingly.
I go to take a step forward, but stumble backwards and hit my hip off the counter.
“Whoa there, you okay?” Conrad asks, but his voice is starting to blend in with the thumping music.
Everything feels like it’s pulling in and out, like being hypnotised by a rapid tide.
