Hours later, the house was packed. Everyone must have invited more and more people until I was sure that the police were going to be called for noise complaints. Not that I cared too much as we cheered on Marley doing an upside-down margarita. Marley sat on a chair with her head tipped back while one person simultaneously poured a bottle of tequila and a bottle of margarita mix into her mouth.
The crowd counted for her. “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”
She waved her hands helplessly, swallowing down the contents and grasping for a lime wedge. Everyone applauded for her as she wobbled back to her feet.
“I’m never doing that again.” She clutched my arm and pulled me away as another victim took a seat. “Why did I do that?”
“Because you’re drunk, Mars.”
She giggled and stumbled a step. “I a
