“Dare,” Max replied cautiously, his eyes glued on Roland.
Helios paid the rest no attention as he kept filling his shot glass with whatever drink was in front of him and downing them, the burn in the back of his throat seeming to ground him. He ignored the wave of nausea he felt after a shot and continued drinking.
He frowned when he heard the drunk cheers of the rest around him, and looking up, he saw Max sitting in Alex’s lap, and the two were in a heated make-out session.
Which continued for more than a minute. Alice groaned as she swatted her brother. He blindly swatted her back before slipping his hands into Max’s hair as the two continued.
“I regret this,” Roland deadpanned as he looked down at Lyric, who smiled slightly. Lyric rolled his eyes as he looked up; the taller boy sta
