Chapter 18: Out of Control
As the clock edged toward midnight, the small party gained momentum, fueled by various varieties of alcohol in large amounts. Sam stuck with her vodka and orange, except for one sip of something Joanna made called a “Buttery Nipple.” Of course, the name was a major part of the attraction; the drink itself Sam pronounced “gross.”
It seemed to Sam Valerie could drink forever without getting drunk, at least not drunk enough to slow down at all. She was proving to be the life of the party, and Sam was definitely glad she had invited her. Glad, thrilled even…except for the nagging thought of what she would say to Barry. She knew she would need to call and wish him Happy New Year, but her stomach flipped over in anticipation of that call.
If she had not been so drun
