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I let my head fall back against the wall as I watched Jordan dance with a girl. It was amusing; he was very drunk, as was she. They were grinding on each other like they were alone, touching like they were about to take their clothes off and I could bet that neither of them even knew each other's names. Add that to occasional stumbling and I would say it was about time he got home. Shiloh or Claire would have to drive him because he was probably too wasted to find his car's ignition. Good thing they all came in one car: Jordan's.
Scratch that, Shiloh's wasted too. It's all on Claire. What was it with end of semester parties and college students? I was clueless and I was one of them.
I had sold all the drugs Sergio had given me and now I was just stalling my call for them to pick m
