Chapter twenty-one
An hour and a half after returning from the pool the game was filled with dares and laughter. Everyone swayed too drunk to support their own heads. It was Dylan’s turn again. He was the most sober. He took a sip from his cup. It was a little sweet with a hint of strawberries, but he knew it was vodka. “Put makeup on someone without using your hands,” he read. “Looks like someone’s gonna get a foot in the face.” “Pretty sure the last thing anyone wants is your corns touching any part of them.” Katskai jeered. “Keep talking and you're gonna be eating them.” “Gross, can we not?” Sarina gagged. “Well, how good are you using your mouth?” Renei suggested. “Considering that Emma girl dipped off to school for most of the year I wouldn’t say he is.” Raid joked, re
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