We stretched out on the floor to watch the movie, our beers half-empty for most of the film. I only sipped at mine, trying to keep enough in the bottle that Mikey wouldn’t think it time for me to go down for more, but he made quite a show every time he picked up his own beer and swished the last swig around in the bottom. I was feeling the booze pretty heavily—I had drunk too much too soon and probably couldn’t have stood without swaying if I tried. So I concentrated on finishing the pizza and washed it down with one of the water bottles Mikey had brought up with him. By the time the movie ended and Mikey switched the disc out for its sequel, my stomach was leaden, my brain fuzzy, and my eyelids heavy. I curled my arms beneath my head and wondered vaguely if maybe I shouldn’t head to the b
