XIV. The Cauldron
The end of college was coming very fast. We were going to be eighteen in May. We organized to go out with our friends on Saturday night and then we were going to have lunch at granny’s house with our family. Luckily not all at the same weekend.
Following Alison’s advice, we had dinner at a restaurant near the River Thames, where we could also dance. We were ten girls, all school mates.
As we had expected, people offered us some drinks, lots of drinks I should say, and we weren’t used to drinking at all.
After a Gin Tonic and two Mojito, I stopped. I was having fun and I didn’t want to overcome my limits. Sarah on the contrary let herself be dragged by the party. She started dancing barefooted on a table, then she went on throwing up on the shirt of a boy called Rupert
