Page 12 of Spin The Bottle
Madi hums. “I saw her with Grayson like ten minutes ago.” She laughs. “Those two were two minutes away from public indecency.”
“Is it considered public indecency if it’s inside your house?”
“It is if there’s an audience.”
“No,” Gabi replies. “That’s just a good time.” She grins, wrapping her arm around mine.
Madi groans. “You’re drunk? Already?”
Gabi waves her off, attempting to stand up straight, leaning all of her weight onto me. I snicker, glancing at Madi. “No,” Gabi says. “I’m fine, look.” She tries to take a step forward and almost trips us both over. I grab onto her, keeping her steady. “Okay,” she breathes out. “Maybe.”
“That’s a yes,” Madi says with a sigh.
“And you’re too sober.” Gabi grabs her cup, holding it out to Madi. “You want a drink?”
Madi smiles. It’s hard not to. Gabi is the kind of girl who can make you laugh even when you don’t feel like it. “I can’t,” Madi tells her. “I’m driving tonight.” I admire Madi. Never stepping out of line, always in control. It’s got to be exhausting, though.
“C’mon,” Gabi urges. “We can walk home instead.”
Madi snorts out a laugh, shaking her head. “You can barely stand.”
Gabi waves her off, grabbing my drink from my hand and downing it before I can stop her. Jesus. “Okay,” I tell her. “You’re cut off.”
She eyes me, her eyes dipping down to my outfit. “You look hot in green.”
I breathe out a laugh. “Thanks.”
“You know what would be fun?” she asks, sighing dramatically.
“Sleep?” I offer.
“No,” Gabi says with a headshake. “A hot tub.”
I scrunch my brows at her. “A hot tub?”
She nods. “Do you want to go swimming?” she asks, grinning at me.
Not particularly, no. But I’d rather not kill all of her dreams. I sit her down on the nearest chair, avoiding the mass amount of people walking past us. “Sure,” I tell her. “But there’s no hot tub.”
“Yes, there is,” she says. “Travis and I took a dip a few weeks ago last time we were here.”
I look up at Madi, seeing her eyes widen. “They have a hot tub?” she mouths at me.
I shrug. “I have no idea. Don’t ask me.”
Our heads turn when chants come from the other room.
“What’s going on?” Madi asks.
A girl turns to face her, sipping her drink. “They’re playing Spin the Bottle.”
“Damn, we should go,” Gabi suggests.
“Who’s playing Spin the Bottle?” A dumb-ass frat guy asks, throwing his arm around Madi. He licks his lips, looking down at her. “I wouldn’t mind kissing you,” he says, blowing Madi a kiss.
She slaps his hand away, taking a step away from him. “No one is playing.”
“We’re not?” Gabi asks, frowning at me.
