{THE NIGHT BEFORE}
“Amy.” Luther called, tapping her, but Amy shrugged his touch off. “Amy, the party is over.”
“Leave me. I'm sleeping.” Amy replied, her words slurred.
“You can't just sleep here. Have you forgotten that it's especially dangerous for you?”
Amy rose, looking at him with pink cheeks, and a more pink nose.
“Oh yeah! Your crazy fox of a grandfa…” Luther covered her mouth with his hands. The party had ended, but people were still around, preparing to leave, or talking to friends about the performance. Worse, his grandfather was talking to Estel's father, so Amy couldn't just go around spitting drunken words about him.
“What?” She asked, glaring at him. “In fact, I'm done with you all.” She slammed her hands on the table as she got up. The noise resounded through the
