"This is icky, I never want to try it again," Izzy says going for another sip, only this time drinking it.
"I thought it was icky," I say looking at her taking another sip.
"Daddy would never allow me to drink it ever again, I'm taking my chance," she says making me giggle, she's right, this is our only chance.
"Don't be a scary cat, take another sip Vee," Presley teases me.
"Fine," I say, deciding to take another sip, it was just as icky as the first one, but this time I knew what was coming.
"Still icky," I tell them both, but agreeing to drink the rest of the drink together, the rest of the icky drink.
Once we finished the bottle we threw it in the trash, and washed our cups, but I was dizzy, as was Izzy, we decided to watch a movie, not any movie, a scary movie, we got Spooky to
