Chapter 13We talked more about apartment plans as the night went on. I decided to keep it from my parents until after I graduated.
“I feel like getting trashed,” Kenzie said. “We need some alcohol or something.”
“How old are you, Devon?” I asked.
“Twenty-two,” he said. “I can go grab something real quick. What do you guys want?”
“Not whiskey,” I groaned.
Morgan and Kenzie laughed.
“I’ll surprise you,” he said, and unlocked the door and walked out.
I walked to the window and lit a cigarette, standing with my arms crossed. I heard some clinking behind me and turned to the side. Morgan was grabbing some shot glasses from the top shelf of her closet.
“I collect them,” she said. “They’re from different places I’ve visited. I’ve got Washington, D.C., Florida, Ohio…let’s see…and I’ll get
