POV’s Tate
Once I had succeeded, Riley was off, probably to grab another shot.
She had the tolerance of a f*****g horse. It was crazy. She was probably already eight shots and ten drinks in, and she was perfectly fine. Or, as fine as Riley could be.
I was about to make my way back to the bar when someone pulled me into the entrance of the hallway.
I turned to find Penny looking at me with narrowed and drunken eyes.
I immediately felt my stomach turn leaden.
“Tate,” She slurred, looking me up and down. “I just wanted to say that you look so much better now that you’ve gained that weight back.” She smirked. “You know, from when you were sick.”
It was a stupid, low comment, but somewhere under my skin, I felt it land. I had to take a long, deep breath. I looked fine. Penny was just tr
