Celeste
By the time dinner was over, I was convinced Christmas Day had officially turned into Christmas Night.
We cleaned up the kitchen, packed away the leftovers and made sure everything was ready for tomorrow. Jamie and I then let Loki and Freeze inside and fed them before finally making our way back into the lounge room.
The moment we walked in, Josh grinned.
“Perfect timing.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“That doesn’t sound reassuring.”
He held up a game box.
“You Laugh, You Drink.”
I stared at him.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
And somehow, what followed was one of the funniest nights I’d had in a very long time.
The game was simple.
Someone said something funny.
You laughed.
You drank.
The problem was that the more we drank, the harder it became not to laugh.
Which, of course,
