Chapter 33
AlexaTequila shots are a fast track to regret.
I could sense the sunlight through my eyelids before I threw off the covers and stumbled around my house in search of water. Vodka sodas never left me feeling like I’d licked the bottom of someone’s shoe and then clubbed myself over the head with it.
After storming back into Logan’s the night before, I doubled down on the party and downed two more tequila shots in short order. Melissa and Holly joined in out of sisterly solidarity.
“We can’t let you drink alone. That would make this sad,” Holly had declared before ordering the next round of shots—lemon drops. “But one more tequila shot, and I might lose my sushi.”
Our raw fish dinner at the Japanese restaurant a few blocks away was maybe the worst preamble to tequila-fueled dru
