Sulli crinkles her nose. “But I’m a lover not a fighter.”
His lips quirk. “Sorry, Sul. Gotta pass on you then. You’d make a shit bodyguard.”
Jane clutches her heart. “Say it isn’t so.”
“Drink,” Farrow calls out as the wordsleepis said on-screen. The horror movie engrosses all of us for the next twenty minutes. I’ve seen everyone grab three refills.
Sulli is on hersixthbeer.
Yeah, I’m counting.
And I havezeroclothes left to shed. Down to my dark green boxer-briefs. The blanket was a tactical maneuver by Farrow in case I spring a boner. I’m fine. I stopped watching him swig his beer, and my brain and dick are cooperating with me for once.
Thankfully.
My phone pings a few times. I respond to my siblings. Most of whom arepissedthey weren’t invited to Hallow Friends Eve.
Kinney is the most vexed.
You turd. You don’t even know what horror is– Kinney
We’ll do a Halloween movie night at mom and dad’s another time. Promise.I reply.
She sends a skull and cross bones emoji.
I don’t want them around alcohol yet. Not when I’m hanging out with men in their twenties. My sister isthirteen. She can stay thirteen.
And Luna—she’s walking a fragile line with our parents after the tongue piercing. I’m doing her a favor by not extending an invite.
Plus, if we invited Luna, we’d have to invite Jane’s two brothers, Eliot Cobalt and Tom Cobalt. Which would probably end withmecalling the fire department or our on-call doctor.
So that’s pretty much why we made the “high school graduates only” invite stipulation.
“Sulli?” Her bodyguard’s concerned voice steals my attention. He leans over my cousin and cups her cheek. “Hold on…” He stands and easily hurdles the loveseat.
Sulli hugs her legs tighter to her chest, and then she rests her forehead to her kneecaps.She’s dizzy.
“Sulli,” I start, about to stand, but Akara returns with a new box of donuts.
“Eat this.” He hands Sulli a plain glazed donut. “You can kill your buzz with food.” He pries the beer out of her fingers.
“Thanks,” she mutters and lifts her head enough to grab the donut.
Jane strokes her black cat Lady Macbeth. “The first time I got drunk, I puked everywhere,” she tells Sulli. “Moffy held my hair.” She rests her cheek on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around hers.
“First time I got drunk, I passed out in my own piss,” Quinn says. “Don’t ask.”
Farrow sets aside his empty bottle. “And now I’m going to?—”
An object shatters the curtained front-window. Followed by quick, violentpop pop pop pop…
Pop.
24
MAXIMOFF HALE
Firecrackers.
