Dawson
I don’t know the last time I had so much to drink. From the moment we got into the limo from the pack house, Khason had been pouring shots, mostly doubles. I’d had to keep tight reins on Blanc, who wanted to down the entire bottle of clear liquid Khason had procured from seemingly out of nowhere. On the plane, there were more drinks, along with a rather shameless version of “Never Have I Ever”, centered entirely around s*xual acts. I adamantly refused to drink for some- I had no interest in sharing such personal details of my life with my cousins. For others, I could do nothing but gape as several of them drank, astonished by some of the things they’d done.
By the time we landed, on the swelteringly hot coast, most of us were staggering. Noble had chosen not to drink, probably not
