Not that Brinley has any interest in seeing him right now.
“Do you think he’s getting along with everyone?” Brinley’s eyes follow him around the room. Fletcher finally settles down in the corner of the living room where Jere is. Alex seems to loosen up once they start talking to him, but that makes sense. Jere is the only person I know who can instantly make someone comfortable, regardless of the situation.
“I think he’s doing great. You know who also seems to be doing great?” I begin, looking around at the party. “Your brother and Ember. I haven’t seen them all night.”
“I haven’t seen them since Ember and I got here.” Brinley takes a sip of her drink. “My brother’s such a loser; he was waiting for us to get here. He can argue all he wants that he wasn’t, but I saw him before we even reached the front door.”
“Ember doesn’t seem to mind then because wherever she is, I’m assuming it’s with him.”
“Ew. I don’t need to think about my brother having sex with one of my best friends; that’s an awful image to put in my head.”
“I’m pretty sure you jumped to that conclusion all on your own.” I sip my drink and take in my surroundings. “I’m surprised Zeke got all of these people here. He literally had twenty-four hours to spread the word.”
“It helps that Zeke has a lot of… lady friends who could help him with that.”
“Speaking of Zeke, where is he?”
Brinley points across the room near the beer pong table. My eyes search for a moment, and then I find Zeke standing against the wall with a couple of girls boxing him in.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t gone up to his room with one of them yet,” I pause, stifling a laugh, “or both.”
“He’s wearing Cam’s jersey,” Brinley responds.
“And?”
“According to Ember, her brother hasn’t been with anyone since Maia.”
“So, he can’t.”
“He can’t.”
I don’t remember whose idea it was to start the Halloween costume tradition, but it has certainly led to a lot of laughs.
“Somehow, that makes tonight even better.” I finish off my drink and nod toward the kitchen to let Brinley know I’m going to go grab another one.
She stops me before I can.
“You don’t need one.” She polishes off her own drink. “We’re playing beer pong.”
“Brin—”
“No arguments.” She grabs my cup from my hand, stacks it in her own, and tosses both of them. “Alex! Fletcher!”
A couple of heads turn in our direction, including the two people Brinley is trying to get the attention of.
“We’re playing beer pong.”
She doesn’t give them a choice, and it seems that Alex already knows better than to argue with her.
“Girls against boys?”
“No way.” Fletcher shakes his head. “The two of you together is nowhere near a fair competition. Tate’s on my team.”
“It’s not our fault you suck at beer pong.” Brinleysets up the cups.
“It’s not me who sucks. It was Jax who held us back last game.” Fletcher crosses his arms.
“So, you should have no problem beating us with a different teammate, right?” I begin, and he rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll be on your team. Just so you have a chance.”
