~Mason~
I was standing on the sidelines as Riley got up on the table with a carafe in his hands. The green liquid didn’t look safe to drink, but everyone was stomping eagerly. They got louder as he raised it to the sky and lit a match. He held the match under the carafe. The liquid began to boil, and someone got up there with him and held a knife in her hands. I walked closer. Her head was covered with a hood, and the blade was raised and then punctured Riley’s hand; the blood trickled down his wrist and into the neck of the carafe, mixing with the green goo.
This backward pack was crazier than I thought. The pack erupted in cheers and howls, everyone reaching out their cups to get a fill of the blood-mixed drink. I was working on keeping the meat pie down.
The girl started jump
