As soon as we got back to our table, Monica rushed over to me. The group quickly surrounded me. Paula poured tequila into a shot glass that Stella handed over.
“Shot! Shot! Shot!” Josh yelled.
JT and the others joined in the chant as I grabbed the glass. I glanced at Garett—he gave me a nod. Only then did I drink it.
The hot, bitter liquid burned its way down my throat, making me grimace. After that, they kept handing me shot after shot. I started feeling numb, my face buzzing, eyelids heavy, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Let’s dance!” Paula shouted.
Josh and Stella were the first to head to the dance floor. Kelly grabbed Max and dragged him along. Still laughing, I reached for Dean. I burst out laughing again when he accidentally spilled his drink.
“Your girl’s drunk! Hey!” he said
