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Seea, too Idown, and when I do, I realize just how much beer there is in front of ger than a coke can And that’s…what…twelve ounces? This is maybe sixteen…the bounce s with e of the table, about two feet wide of the cup

Well, shit

Turning to Nate, I shrug, and when I turn back, the guy on the other end is rolling up his sleeves, readying hi "Cash! Cash! Cash! Cash!" When they do, I realize I recognize him He’s on the team with Nate He’s a pitcher, which s And two seconds later,me from the bubbles in the center of my cup

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" It feels like it takesit tothe sharp tang of whatever cheap beer filled it--I down it fast

"Woooooo!" I say, lifting the open collar ofa little from instant alcoholic fullness "Okay, I wanna re off that easy Letbrave…and probably a little drunk No, I was feeling a lot drunk But who cares My boyfriend was hot, and I was in college, and nothing else mattered This Was Awesome!

Nate

I knew better But she looked so damned cute when she asked for another cup of beer And she seeether well I was careful towater in between But then we started playing a ga a ball with a racket, but she was shit at throwing a Ping-Pong ball into a cup And by the end of the night, I was just happy she hadn’t ripped the bra fro in the pool

She still looked hot as hell, but I was going to have to convince her to bust that outfit out another ti other than passing out or throwing up tonight Probably both

"Nate, your girl can’t hold her liquor," Paige says, walking over to me with a very Jell-O-like Rowe sluirl But if she throws up onin quickly and pulling Rowe up in le," Rowe slurs, rubbing her face againstwalk hoh the front porch "Hey, I’ve gotta take her hoet her to bed We’ll be in our room, that okay?"

"Yeah, whatever Just don’t let her puke on ht, because it’d be a shah overDon’t disrespect!" he says, fluffing the ruffles of his tutu

"I still can’t believe you wore that thing--over boxer briefs Pink ones You know, that’s going to give ht at my brother’s junk since the tutu is all fluffed up in the front of his lap

"You hold all the power, right there in that pretty little drunk package you’re taking ho to Cass, "to give me back my Cookie, and I’ll put pants on Until then, this is your view pal"

"What’s…Cookie?" Cass asks, her brows tilted while she looks at Ty with suspicion

"Yeah, yeah Nice try, sister But I know you’re in on this," Ty says,me chuckle, which stirs Rowe inole Tysie wysie can’t sleep without hi adorable way ever

"Yeah, you go ahead and play this out, Rowe We’ll see who’s laughing about Cookie at the end," Ty says as alk away, and I can tell by his tone that he’s a little embarrassed I almost feel bad, too But then I remember all the times he punched ht back to my face