*Lena*
I'd had at least three cups of cheap wine already. It tasted awful and had likely been made on the farm, but it didn't matter. The alcohol was warming me from the inside out as I sat on a fallen log near the fire, staring into the embers with my plastic cup of wine clasped in one hand, and my other clutching my knee.
Xander was on the other side of the fire, Jen whispering and giggling into his ear.
I don't know why I was so angry about it, but I was. I couldn't deny it as I took a long drink from the garbage wine, crumpling my empty cup before throwing it into the fire.
“Three cups is not enough to get you drunk," said someone to my left. I looked up as Bethany approached with an unfamiliar woman who took a seat next to me. She smiled, her bouncy auburn curls falling around
