Intoxicated

"A bar? You're taking me to a bar?" I ask Spencer out loud, my eyes wide and my mouth open. I shake my head in opposition to her utterly horrible idea.

"We're not staying," I tell her before she can answer. Spencer looks sad all of a sudden but I'm not really taking into consideration her feelings right now. My mind runs back to the memory of Spencer getting drunk at Liam's little brother's party, was she actually drunk?

Can werewolves get drunk? I'll have to google it when I get home.

"Please? Only for an hour, then we'll leave, I promise." Spencer says. "Besides, it's not a bar, it's a club." She emphasizes the word club and I frown.

"My fake ID sucks and so does yours. If you don't find somewhere else where we can hang out, then we're going home." I tell her, quick with my excuses.

I wouldn't say that I'm a party pooper but if we go inside if we get inside, something is likely to happen. What if the werewolves who were after us come back again?