Autumn
Eight years ago
“One more.” Nick held the bottle of tequila out to me.
I shook my head. “No way. I’ve already hit my limit.”
My friend Felicia thumbed toward me. “Her limit is one. Give me that.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “I thought we were celebrating you kicking all our asses on the calc test.”
“We are. But I celebrate responsibly. You get blackout drunk and strip naked while standing at the drive-thru ordering Taco Bell, then get belligerent when the woman at the pickup window won’t give you your food.”
Nick grinned. “That was once, and that woman really needed to loosen up.”
Felicia and I laughed. “I think we’ve discovered the reason we’re celebrating my perfect score on the test and not your sixty.”
Nick took the bottle from Felicia and knocked back another long swig befor
