“Good, thanks Jake,” Bryan says, looking relieved. Nathan and Liam start pouring alcohol without mixers in the cups to make shots.
“What were you drinking, girls?” Nathan asks us.
“Rum,” Addison answers for us since she was the one making the drink for us. It’s the only alcohol we all agree on, and it’s easier if we all drink the same. Nina likes tequila more; I tried a few shots but it makes me want to puke every time.
He makes three identical, rum shots, for Nina, Addison, and me. The rest of them takes randomly cups, and pour in them whatever alcohol was left and close by. I frown my eyebrows at them, looking how they don’t care about their beverage; breaking the number one rule of drinking: never mix alcohol. I did it once, never again. Spent the next day in my bed with alcohol p
