Rem grabbed a red one and handed it to me. I took it and sniffed it while he grabbed two—a purple one and a pink one. When he turned to me we clinked glasses and threw them back. I’ve never had one and was fully expecting it to taste like s**t. Watermelon exploded on my tongue before I swallowed it down.
“My Goddess, that tastes delicious,” I groaned.
“Thank you. I made them myself,” Hunter gushed. The girls by his side agreed with him and took pictures while Rem downed the pink one.
“Grape and strawberry. Amazing,” Rem sighed.
“Right?” I giggled as I grabbed one of the grape ones.
“And dangerous,” Rem reminded.
“Okay, Mom. I thought we were here to have fun?” I asked.
“We are, but responsibly. Your mom will kill me if I bring you back wasted,” he groaned.
“We’ll be fine,” I said a
