"So..." I muttered, quickly deciding that I didn"t want to be the one to break the awkward tension between me, Nix, Caspian, and Delta. Instead, I slurped from my glass of lemonade and pretended to study one of the tiny bicycles on the shelf.
Caspian shot me a look and I shrugged, not knowing how to approach a topic. My drunk brain half-registered that Nix was coming home last night, but I hadn"t realised that last night connected to this morning. Certainly not when I blasted myself into oblivion with shots and cocktails.
"How"s the lemonade?" Nix asked, her voice just a little higher than normal.
"Good, good. It"s good." I bobbed my head up and down, wondering where my words had gone.
"It"s a special brand from Spain."
I looked at my glass, as if somehow I could see the Spanish lemon
