Drinks?

"WHAT!?" Sarah exclaimed. "How the fuck did we get drinks!? And when!? And why!?" She looked around, the others didn't seem as surprised as much as her. All other than Sam, of course.

"Hey, hey calm down, buttercup. We don't. But I can get 'em."

"Huh?" Sarah was confused.

"From Sheila?" asked Jenna sleepily.

"Yup."

"No way." Aayra added. "Will you go like this?"

"No, I'll wear clothes, of course! You dingus!"

"Can I go with you, Cassy? Can I go with you?" said Anna.

"No, Anna. The less the people the better and quicker." Cassy replied. "And also," she added it in below her breath, "Sheila hates you..."

"But--" Sarah said, "it's quite late in the night. Do you think she'll still have her supply?"

"She has her supply 24x7." Cassy said. "I don't know how, though."

Sarah sat back. "But, I'm not sure... whether... I want to get drunk... you know..."

"Oh! c'mon! The night is young... you're young... I'm pretty damn sure we're never getting a similar night ever again in this lifetime." Cassy pushed her idea. "C'mon, c'mon. Please."

Sarah bit her lip, nervous. She looked at Sam. "Do you mind?"

Sam scratched the back of his head. "I uh- I don't drink. So, you guys carry on."

"Oh c'mon Hot Boy!" Cassy exclaimed. "A few drinks will not take away your athlete's body! Trust me!"

Sam nervously chuckled. "It's not-- ugh-- Okay, fine. If Sarah does, I will too."

"That's more like it!" Cassy smiled. "Sarah?"

Sarah bit her lower lip again. I have a bad feeling about this. She thought. But well, fuck it! "Ughhh! Fine. Whatever, let's do it!"