“Ten Children ran in the wind, their hair dancing with the breeze. One of them was blown away and now there were only nine!” I wailed with Astrid and Flavia. For some reason we were singing old Wind Child songs and that was fine by me. “Nine Children danced on top of the cliff, the wind whistling in their ears. One of them fell down and now there were only eight.”
“You guysssss, you can’t ssssing,” Sim complained.
“Aaaaah, you’re slurring!” Flavia cackled, clapping her hands as she folded double in laughter. The third-year rolled over the steel floor, her cheeks red from the alcohol.
“More booze!” Astrid demanded as she held out her cup. She hiccuped loudly and burped. “Oooops!”
“You guys are all drunk!” I shouted while taking another swig from my cup. The more vodka I drank, the less
