Chapter 33

• Before they can ask me for anymore details, I ask Rem if he wants to dance, and she vehemently shakes his head. I shrug and grab Angel by the arm. She grabs her red cup as we make our way into the crowd. She wraps an arm around my waist and I throw a hand over her shoulder. We sway to the music and I’m surprised she doesn’t spill a single drop. She offers me a drink and I take a swig. She laughs as some drips down my chin.
• I’m not as coordinated as some, but I’m having so much fun I don’t care. This is the lightest I’ve felt in literal years. I want to stay here in this bubble where the music is good; the alcohol is strong, and the problems are scarce. One of the guys that had been watching us earlier steps up behind her. He’s got blonde hair and blue eyes that say he’s high as a kite.
• Blondie taps Angel’s shoulder, and his eyes drop to her lips when she looks back at him. He leans down and says something in her ear. When she nods, he grips her waist and starts to dance behind her. She throws her ass back when I feel heat on my back. Angel twerks on the guy as the heavy scent of alcohol fills my senses.