Or being over it.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, it was like we were the only two people in the room, my stomach churning with butterflies.
At least I hoped it was butterflies and not the overindulgence of alcohol.
Joon offered me a little smile before refocusing on Tara, hugging her back hard.
"I soooo needed a night out," he said with a grin as he steadied the other omega. "Looks like I have some catch-up to play. Shots?"
"Shots! Shots! Shots!" Tara cheered, towing Joon back towards us at the bar.
Jesse diligently ordered a round, and briefly, I wondered just how far over my two-drink policy I was by now.
It didn't matter—it was too late anyway.
Tara made quick work of introducing Joon to Ivy, my jaw tightening with irritation as I watched him give her an obvious look of approval.
So what if I'd been doing the same thing before? He wasn't standing right here for it!
A small glass was placed into my hand, cheery yellow sitting atop of bright red with a cherry tucked along the rim.
Vaguely, I knew that mixing a bunch of different alcohols was going to make for a miserable day tomorrow, but watching Joon smile at some other girl made that feel like an entirely pointless concern.
“What are these?” he asked, quirking one perfectly styled eyebrow and holding the drink up.
“Pineapple upside down shots,” Jesse yelled over the music. “You’ll like it, don’t worry! Cheers!”
I took the cherry from the glass, clinking my glass with everyone—and spilling a bit off the top in the process—before downing it.
Coughs erupted from me instantly. Though it was a bit sweeter, I didn’t normally do shots, and that intense vodka flavor burning my throat and nose was still there, no matter how drunk I was.
“Eat the cherry, it’s a good chaser,” Tara said, thumping me on the back.
I did as she suggested, and she was right. The burst of sugary juice helped mellow the awful aftertaste of the shot.
As I chewed down on the cherry, I made eye contact with Joon, who was already looking at me as I plucked the stem from the fruit.
His gaze heated, and this time I was the one who looked away, licking the spilled drink off my hand with a little shiver.
Had Indi told him about our bathroom make-out session earlier? Was he mad?
Or maybe, a little voice inside me hoped, was he jealous of Indigo? Did Joon want a turn himself?
"Ooooh, you know what we should do?" Ivy said, with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. “We should see who can tie a cherry stem fastest with their tongue.”
“What are we, in middle school?” I asked, unable to help myself when presented with the opportunity for a dig.
Ha! That should show Joon who's?—
“Sounds fun,” Joon shot back. “I love a little competition.”
My eyes narrowed on the omega, who simply grinned at me.
“Fine, I’m in.”
Tara smirked. “May the best kisser win. Jesse, you gonna try?”
They shrugged. “I’ll give it a go, no promises though."
