And for the first time, this felt like a real Saturday night with friends instead of a lockdown.
“Alright,” Lost said, and moved to the row of liquor bottles.“What goes in these things again?”
“Vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice, orange juice,” I recited.
Lost nodded and went to work like he actually knew what he was doing.
Two minutes later, he handed Pearl and me two shockingly pretty cocktails in tall glasses.
Pearl clinked hers against mine.“To not dying tonight.”
“Cheers,” I said, and took a sip.
Heaven.
Prime didn’t even try to hide his disapproval.“You two better not get drunk.Just one, okay?”
I held up the glass.“Ipromiseto have just this one glass.”
He glared at Lost.
Lost held up both hands.“How bad can it be if these two loosen up a bit?It’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, fine until we need to get two drunk women to do something other than watch movies.I pray to God nothing bad happens tonight,” Prime grumbled.
Pearl inhaled hers like water and I wasn’t too far behind her.
The movie started, Ghostbusters, the original, because Pearl insisted the reboot was “cute but not allowed on tonight’s holy night.”
We got twenty minutes in before Pearl and I were buzzing like idiots.
“I should have been a Ghostbuster,” Pearl slurred.
“Same,” I agreed.“You’d be the brains.I’d be the muscle.”
Pearl pointed at me.“Hell yeah.”
“Who you gonna call?”Lost sang under his breath.
“Me, bitch!”Pearl yelled.
Prime choked on his water.
Fifteen minutes later, we decided weneedednachos.
“No, like… we NEED them,” Pearl declared, and stumbled into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and frowned.“Why is there a whole drawer of cheese?Is this normal?”
“We’re Wisconsin adjacent,” I reminded her.“The love of cheese crossed the Great Lakes.”
She gasped.“Right.”
Pearl attempted to chop tomatoes.
Attempted.
The woman really did not have a great natural instinct when it came to cooking.Even being as tipsy as I was, I knew I could make better nachos than she could.
