“I’ve got her,” Lexie says, pulling a very weepy Val from my arms. “You go, have fun. You earned it.”
“Take her to my room when she’s had enough. She can sleep it off.” I pull the keys to my bedroom door out of my pocket.
“Thanks.” Lexie takes the keys and slips them into her pocket before walking away.
“Hey, wait.” I stop Lexie. “Where is Blake?”
“Somewhere around here with Tabitha.”
Nodding, I let her go.
Lifting up on my tiptoes, I try to get a look at the room. There’s no point, though, there are too many people here to be able to point out anyone.
I walk around the house, making occasional small talk with people as I try to find Blake. I’m glad he’s with Tabitha. She’s the best person to hang out with at parties, especially if parties aren't really his thing. She is the most relaxed friend, one who might seem quiet to anyone on the outside, but once you get to know her, she’s fun to talk to.
Eventually, I find them on the front porch. They’re sitting on the swing, talking.
“I’m surprised you were able to snag this spot,” I chuckle as I approach them.
They look over to me. “That’s why we haven't moved,” Tabitha laughs. “We’ve been trading off pee breaks.”
“Smart way to do it.”
My eyes fall to Blake. He looks cute tonight, traded out his navy hoodie for a black one. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he mumbles.
“Just wanted to make sure no one is giving you a hard time. People tend to get really drunk at these things, and all of their brain cells tend to disappear.”
Blake snorts, making my lip twitch. “Yeah, so I’ve seen. It’s like a reality TV show here. So much drama. We saw two guys get into a fight that ended with one of them puking on the other. A couple broke up. One girl caught another girl making out with her boyfriend, and I’m pretty sure the people over there are fucking.” He points towards the bushes, and what do you know, they’re rustling, and I’m pretty sure I hear moaning.
“Yeah, sounds about right.” I grin. “Doesn’t get much better in there, just add in dancing.”
“You call that dancing?” Blake asks. “More like dry humping.”
“Again, you’re not wrong.”
“What about you?” Blake asks.
“What about me?”
“What person are you when it comes to parties? Are you the kind to get drunk and fight, the kind to mess around, or the kind who gets so shitfaced they’re puking up their guts?”
“God, none of them.” I grimace. “I’m more of the ‘no more than tipsy, roam around and make sure everything is going smoothly, keep the peace’ kind of guy.”
His brows pull together, his eyes locked on my face like he’s trying to study me.
I don’t say anything, just give him a soft smile and let him do his thing.
“Hey, you mind sitting with Blake? I’m going to grab a drink,” Tabitha asks.
“Can you check in on Lexie and Val while you’re in there?”
Her face falls. “She’s not taking the breakup well, is she? She seemed fine when we left her.”
“It’s Val we’re talking about, babe. She’s fine until you get a few drinks in her.”
“True.” She sighs, getting to her feet. “Yeah, I’ll check in on her.”
