Emma's POV.
Amanda burst into the room, holding two glasses in one hand and a bottle of Bourboun in the other. She had a huge grinn on her face.
I propped myself up on my elbows and regarded her with raised eyebrows. She squeeled and ran towards the bed. She jumped up into the air and landed on top of the bed with her knees folded beneath her.
I burst out laughing. Amanda was crazy and I loved her for it. She held one of the glasses out to me. I took it from her, but when she opened the bottle of Boutboun and gestured for me to hold my glass so that she could pour me a shot, I shook my head and put the empty glass on the bedside table.
Amanda leaned back and watched me with a deep frown between her eyes.
"Come one Em. Why not?" She pouted at me.
"I can't Amanda. I'm sorry."
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