Hannah was still drunk. I was sobering up, and Beth didn’t care, so we went to another party. This time, instead of a dive bar, we parked on the street for a house party. Cars were lined up and down the block, so we had to walk from two blocks away, but as we drew closer, the bass got louder. It was nearly ear splitting by the time we walked up to their open garage.
Either the neighbors were gone or sleeping. All the lights were off in the houses surrounding.
“Chitty!” A guy opened his arms and Hannah leapt for him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he caught her, and buried his head in her hair. Some of his friends laughed, swatting Hannah on her butt as the guy disappeared inside with her.
Beth touched my arm, gesturing inside. I nodded. The music was too loud for conversation. She
