Tabitha’s POV

“So… nice party, huh?” Andrew asks as he slides next to the mini bar corner where I have retreated.

Shrugging, I lift the margarita to my lips and chug it in one go. The burn hits my throat and I shrug as I set the empty glass down.

“Damn, I did not know you drink that hard,” Andrew notes while staring at me in awe.

I cough and press my fist to my mouth. “Yeah, well this is a party,” I reply once I can breathe. “They went out of their way to get a functioning bar corner. I might as well enjoy it.”

I gesture at the...