High Voltage/Keep Drinking3
From Create Your Own Story
I looked at Elianna as a slow smile expanded on my lips, "Fine, fill her up!"
"Yay!" she said as she took my glass and topped it off with the pitcher and refilled her glass as well. "Now let's make this interesting. Every time they have to bleep something out, we take a drink."
I could see this going downhill quickly, but I already had enough to drink that my sensible thoughts weren't being communicated to my mouth. Instead, I said, "Yes!"
Sure enough, I began to get very drunk, and Elianna began asking the tough questions. "So what's with the sweatshirt?" she asked.
I down at my gray sweatshirt. I was dressed comfortably, but I knew that I didn't fit in with the other girls. But that was because I didn't want to fit in with them! I didn't want to be one of the girls! Or did I? What I felt at Shawn's dorm was pretty nice. I guess I could always dress a little nicer.
Should I:
