As soon as their parents left for a fancy dinner, Sally let her careful, perfect daughter act drop. She shimmied up the stairs and pranced back down with two bottles of Jones, and another of Vodka.

My eyes widened and I dared a glance towards Max, who looked furious.

She mixed the two liquids and then chugged half of a Jones bottle down, handing the other one to me. I sipped it hesitantly.

Frowning, she said, “Bitch, we don’t waste around here.” Then, she helped herself to mine, and more of the Vodka bottle itself.

That’s when it all got reallll tipsy. Sally let herself get carried away while I just watched, dodging her kisses. At first it was funny, until she got seriously determined.

It all happened very quickly then. She lunged and I awkwardly turned and leaned to my right.

I ended up pressed cheek to cheek with Max while Sally landed on the couch, too drunk to bother getting up.

She snorted, laughing at her own humility and I sat, frozen.