The Gas Station

Once inside, Emma picked up the best she could find among the cheap booze that was offered. She grabbed a case of beer and a small bottle of vodka. Emma wasn't much of a beer drinker and figured the other four could split the beer while she had the vodka.

At the counter a pregnant lady, not much older than Emma, rang up her sale. Emma waited patiently, then felt alarm when the pregnant clerk asked, "This wouldn't be for that car full of teens, would it?"

Emma stammered through an excuse as her heart skipped a beat. "No, I mean yes. Well I mean no. One's my cousin." Emma stopped and felt her face go flush.

"Relax, honey. I'm just teasing you a bit. Everyone knows there's nothing to do in this town but drink and screw anyway." She rubbed her pregnant belly for emphasis.

Emma breathed a sigh of relief and paid the girl.

The car ride back was less interesting. The small bottle of vodka ended up making the rounds among the passengers, despite Emma picking it up for herself. By the time the car pulled back in the driveway of the lake house, everyone was feeling good and were becoming talkative.

Emma's initial impressions of the boys may have been a bit harsh. Either that or the drink had already been improving her mood. Regardless, she found herself smiling and joking with the three boys as they carted the beer down to the lake.