[24] Birthday Blast (Part 2)

(Malory)

There’s a large, round, black forest cake, already sliced into pieces, sitting on the table. There are so many bottles of beer and vodka and juice that I can already see the hangover everyone’s going to have when this is all over. I don’t want to be a part of the drunkenness. At least not this time.

We’re all sitting around the dining room table –usually empty and quiet unless my mom is home- and we’re playing a game. We’re playing ‘Most Likely.’

“Most likely to dump a girl and then call her up for a one night stand –and have her accept it,” Ron says.

Olivia laughs. “Why do I feel like that’s you?”

“No way,” Ron says, offended.

Ron, Olivia and I point to Kyle.

“What?” he asks, “Seriously?”

Yes, seriously, Murderer.

“You have to drink, Kyle. Take the drink, Davidson, take the drink,” Ron says, hanging him a plastic cup full of vodka and orange juice.

Kyle takes it. “Fiiiine.”