She doesn’t, but Macayla does

Laura just stares at the beer, wide eyed. But Macayla steps forward and grabs one for herself, cracking it open and taking a large swig.

While the four of you keep drinking, Laura opens her can and slowly takes a drink, grimacing at the taste.

Macayla looks down at her phone. “Shit. I was supposed to hang out with Molly and Grace tonight. They want to know where I am.”