Mitchell immediately stiffens and the rubber band on his wrist snaps and snaps. “Yeah, I think I’m just going to head back to the house.”
Tyson shakes his head as he rips the wrapper of the straw into tiny pieces. “No way. We did not drive out here to hang out at the house. We came here to have some fun.”
“Tyson, I don’t think—” I start.
He talks over me, flicking the pieces of wrapper into the center of the table. “No. This isn’t going to happen. We all have our problems we’ve been dealing with and we all need a break from life. So we’re going to get dressed up and go have some fun.”
“Where?” Luke questions and moves the straw to his lips, taking a drink. “At, like, a club or something?”
“No clubs,” I beg with my hands overlapped in front of me.
“Please.”
Tyson aims a weighted look
