Bexley
"Only three more to go." Carlisle slurred, stumbling against the table.
We were tied neck to neck with only three cups left on each side. The bastards finally met their challenge and were just as drunk as everyone else who played against them prior. Gunner and I were also at our whits end gripping onto each other trying not to fall over. He tried to drink some of my drinks for me, but Carlisle and Hendrix wouldn't let him.
Micha and Liza were at our side while Maeve was wrapped in another guys arms mouths deep in a corner.
"You got this." Liza pep talked me as Gunner held onto my waist holding me in place.
The girls who filled up the cups literally filled them more than half way. At this point I was going to get alcohol poisoning.
"I got this." I said suddenly, leaning ba
