Luna’s POV
I can’t stop giggling; everything is sooooooo funny! I tip my glass to my lips for another sip, but furrow my brow when nothing hits my tongue. I look down at the glass, it’s empty . . . I blink in confusion. How did that happen? I swear it was full just a minute ago.
‘Top up, top up!’ Celeste sings loudly.
She sways, her eyes slightly unfocused as she leans over the table to refill my glass and then her own. Her hand shakes, slopping the colourful liquid over the rim of her glass and onto her hand.
‘Oops,’ she cackles, licking the sticky cocktail from her skin with a grin.
‘Oh my God, give me that! How many of these have you had?’ Rory laughs, taking the pitcher from her left hand, and trying to gently pry the glass from Celeste’s other hand as our friend bats her away wit
