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“This sucks,” Seth says, leaning against the kitchen counter next to me. “Every douchebag in there looks like they want to punch me in the face. None of those girls are going to hook upwith any of us. Well, except maybe Isaac if he separates himself from you and me. Tell me again why we can’t go somewhere else, Devon.”
“They probably do want to punch you in the face. They won’t, though. And you have a girlfriend, so just…be a good friend. Get drunk,” I tell him, gesturing toward the island where they have almost every type of alcohol imaginable on display. “Chill out.”
“Fine, whatever,” he says.
He grabs a chef’s knife from the cutting board and slices a lime before pouring himself a shot of tequila. He licks salt from his hand, then throws back the shot, bites down on the lime, and repeats the process.
Isaac is on the other side of me, brooding.
“What’s your problem?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “Oh, nothing. I’ve just got this weird feeling that you’re about to do something stupid, that’s all.”
Of the three of us, I’m not the one known for doing stupid things—that would be Seth. Still, if he knew what I’ve been up to lately, he’d definitely qualify it asdoing something stupid, so I don’t argue.
“You want some?” I ask, holding out my flask for him to take.
“No thanks,” he grumbles. “I feel like at least one of us should keep their wits about them.”
“Everything is fine,” Itell him.
Morgan comes into the kitchen dragging Ally by the sleeve of her sweatshirt. The two of them laugh when Morgan leans over and whispers something in her ear.
I meet her eyes and smile.
“Hello, ladies,” Seth says. “What are you two drinking tonight?”
“Not enough to make you appealing,” Morgan says. She grabs two cups and fills one with rum and coke, then pours only coke into the other and hands it to Ally. “And Ally doesn’t drink.”
“Morgan!” someone calls from the next room.
“Coming!” she answers.
She leaves the kitchen quickly, and Ally looks at me before turning to follow her.
“Hey, you,” I say. “Come here.”
She turns and tries to hide a smile, then walks around the island, stopping in front of me.
I unscrew the cap on my flask, then grab the wrist holding her cup and splash some whiskey into it.
“You be careful, though,” I tell her. “You look like a lightweight.”
She smiles. “I will.”
I rub small circles inside her wrist with my thumb, and neither of us moves.
“Well,thisis awkward,” Seth says. “Let go of her arm, dude.”
I drop her wrist, run my hand through my hair, and laugh.
“Sorry about that,” I tell her.
“No problem,” she says and turns to leave the kitchen.
“Yeah, sorry, Ally!” Seth says to her back as she exits the room. “He’s kind of obsessed with you—it’s a little bit creepy.”
“Dude…” I shake my head.
