They didn’t get back to Sandbridge until nearly midnight, by which point they were all—except D’ante—more than a little tipsy. Scooter suspected Kat of refilling her flask when no one was looking, which she hotly denied, but the damn thing never seemed to empty.
Once the driving portion of the evening was done, even D’ante started taking nips from Kat’s flask, and it was universally decided they needed to round out the evening with a walk on the beach. It wasn’t warm enough for swimming (and swimming drunk was a bad idea anyway, especially at night), but they rolled up their pants legs and waded along the waterline.
Kat and Elaine were playing some sort of kicking splashing game with D’ante as a loudly protesting center ground when Jason threw an arm around Scooter’s shoulders and leaned
