After the fireworks everyone decides to go back inside because it’s really cold and we have a lot of drinks left.
Noah seems to have forgotten about his promise of going back up to his room, but I don’t really mind…per se. I want and actually owe Jake to get drunk with him, so I start looking for him. I eventually find him in the kitchen, talking to Harry with a drink in his hand.
“Danielle!” he exclaims, raising his cup at me.
“Jakeee.” I trail off and walk over to the counter to pour myself a drink. “I promised you we’d get drunk tonight, so let’s do it.”
“Harold, you’re free to join us.” Jake tells him and Harry nods, obviously in.
Jake offers to do the honors and places three shot glasses on the island counter that he fills with tequila to the brim.
“To a New Year and new beginni
