KATHRYN
Two cups later, Victoria and I are dancing our butts off to an EDM mix. We're jumping up and down and throwing our hands in the air. It’s hard to get drunk when I’m mad but that doesn’t mean I won’t try.
“Mind if I cut in for round 300.” Mark asks when the 4th song ends.
“Of course, I need to hydrate.” I walk away.
I’m getting a tiny bottle of water from the ice bin on the counter when Mark and Victoria spin around. I spit it out the moment it touches my lips because it’s not water but straight vodka.
“Not yet.”
I wipe my lower lip and put it back in the bin.
“Not very British to spit.” Matthew’s thick accent vibrates down my back.
“Good thing I’m American then.”
I continue to look to look at my best friend and her new beau. I hate to admit it but they look so good
