Drink

"I'll drink," you say.

"What are you, gay?" Tyler, one of the other boys says with a laugh.

"I might be, there was something hairy down there when I was fucking your mum," you reply, giving him the finger.

With that, you lift the red plastic rim to your lips and tilt it back, downing the burning liquid as you taste the taste of pineapples, cranberry, orange and endless other fruit. You finish it quickly, before letting out an uneasy burp.

"Well, Allison looks relieved," April smiles.

"Fuck off, you twat," Allison says, before looking at you. "Probably a good idea drinking there. I would've shit down your throat."