It was five in the morning and I was drunk. Becky had passed out next to me on the pontoon while Adam took his pep girl home long ago. I lifted my red cup and tried to sip from it, but there wasn’t anything in it. I tipped it over and not a drop fell out.
When had that happened?
“I was told Tanya was down here.”
A leggy blonde stepped onto the pontoon and bent down to get a better look under the canopy. Becky snored and rolled over.
I squinted against the moonlight at this new stranger. She had long hair, slightly curled, that hung almost to her waist and she wore a classy v-neck sleeveless shirt over tight jeans. The high heels caught my attention. Their silver color matched her top perfectly.
I sighed. This girl was sober. I could tell. I was usually sober. Not tonight.
“So…is she
