Two hours and three beers later, I was sober.
Taz couldn’t say the same. She was beyond buzzed, which Cross and Race were shaking their heads over. I was more open-minded and accepting. Yeah, I surprised myself. Taz wasn’t slurring her words, but she’d told me for the eighth time how she loved me and viewed me as a sister.
After the ninth time, Cross finished his beer. “Okay.” He turned to Race, who was on a log parallel to us. “I’m thinking it’s time my sister goes home.”
Race gave Cross the slightest of nods. “Have you tried taking her home when she gets like this?” He raised his eyebrows. “Not so easy. Your sister gets feisty.”
“f**k yeah, I do!” She burped, raising her beer in the air, and surged to her feet. Jumping up on the log, she hollered just as she started to fall. “Hey, ev
