I was snapped out of my cleaning nightmare as a similar looking bottle in which Kieran had was shoved in to my hands, I carefully read the label as Nate’s threat wondered quickly into my mind. His threat was that if he ever found me even with a drink my hand at this party I will be washing dishes for the rest of the year- without rubber gloves. I placed the bottle next to the sink and I turned back to Kieran who was downing the rest of his bottle then casually picked up another whilst still holding onto my arm. Whilst he was entertaining himself finding the bottle opener somewhere on the table, I slowly slipped my arm out his hand and tried to walk away from him - but again my life is never that easy!
"Oi – missy if you don’t want to have a drink then, I can still think of many different
