---Marie---
We all piled in the car together and Max produced pregaming drinks for everyone except Nate. He drew the short straw on being tonight’s DD, but seemed fine with it. I honestly wondered if he had ever gotten drunk. I thought it would probably stress him out to feel like he wasn’t totally in control of his mental state, which being drunk definitely does.
I grabbed the bottle that Max was handing me to see that it was a screwdriver. Nice: I love OJ. “Dude this isn’t pregaming, this is juice. I mean, not that I’m complaining, but I’m a werewolf. I’m going to need something a whole lot stronger to get me anywhere.”
Max laughed. “Don’t worry, I mixed Everclear in that b***h, it’ll get you where you want to go.”
“Okay you’re officially my best friend. Sorry, Evelyn, I know it’s yo
