“Carrie, what else do you have planned? This one is getting kind of boring,” Leah asks, leaning back against the couch between you and Terry.
Looking around at the group and not seeing any argument, Carrie shrugs, and says, “Fine; how about alcohol?”
“Ooh, I’m eighteen now.” Miranda says, draining her tea in one swallow and holding out her cup with both hands.
“Hold your horses…” Carrie says, sorting through another stack of cards from her cardboard box. “Bernie, go get the tequila and some shot glasses.”
“Hold on,” you say; “Rudy, Harvey, Taryn, and Freddy still aren’t eighteen. Are you Alexa?”
“Yes~.”
“I’m playing and drinking,” Taryn said, eyeing you over the table.
“Oh, it’s fine. We’re not going anywhere!” Your Aunt Sofie said, helping Bernard with the glasses. “Here you go Mira” she continues, opening one bottle and pouring it into Miranda’s cup, which she was still holding out like some desperate little urchin.
“Yay!” Miranda says before taking several gulps, and abruptly coughing and sputter into her cup; muttering “Oh; fuck you all,” as everyone bursts into laughter and giggles.
“Ok, who doesn’t know how to play ‘Never have I ever…’?” Carrie asks, looking around.
“I don’t know. Who doesn’t know how to play never have I ever?” Rudy replies, holding out his shot glass to Bernard, who joined Aunt Sofie in topping everyone off.
“How is that a divorce game?” Taryn asks.
“Because Maddie’s tummy gets ~rough~ when she’s been drinking tequila.” Carrie says, gesturing to a smugly grinning Madelyn who downs her first shot before Bernard pours her another, her stomach growling loudly as she looks over and blows a kiss at Ben, who whimpers and whine once more.
“Who goes first?” Alexa asks, setting her shot glass on the table in front of her.
