-Corrine-

The nauseating sting hit my head on the first gulp, after which I didn’t know how to describe the various sensations assaulting my body. But one thing was sure; I screwed.

The girl before me, the one who handed me the booze, split in two. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

“Is the—,” I paused to burp, “—booze should be this strong?” I swirled the plastic cup in my hand, almost dropping it in the process, then looked at the girl’s face again. Her brown skin glistened as she tilted her head and smiled.

“Is great, isn’t it?” she cheered. “You want more?”

I shook my head. Wrong...