When Riley and I get to the party, he goes to the kitchen to grab drinks for us while I wait in a corner and try my best to blend in. When he gets back with my cup, I take it from him and shoot it back, downing it in one turn.
“Woah, girl. You may not want to keep speeding through them like that,“ he tells me, laughing and drinking half of his.
I shrug. “I won’t be the one having to drive. I’m going to grab two more. I bet I can finish mine first,” I yell behind me as I race to the kitchen and get our cups.
When I get back with them, he’s finished his first and is laughing at my enthusiasm. I don’t care. I came here to party. Something that used to be an every weekend thing for me. I can’t lie, I have missed this part of my life. I’m going to do my best to make the most of this and enjoy it fully. I hand him his cup and, after we count to three, we both toss our drinks back. I only beat him by about two seconds because I’ve gotten so out of practice.