Chapter 79: A Bachelorette Party?
Lizzie
I tipped the glass back for the second or fourth time that night, the sharp burn of cheap vodka sliding down my throat like liquid fire.
I hated the taste, hated the way it made my eyes water and my face scrunch up, but I wasn’t about to stop. We had come to Blizzard to let loose, and shots were part of the deal—whether my stomach agreed or not.
“I’m not carrying you to the car, Lizzie,” Savannah warned, barely containing her laughter as she watched my disgusted expression.
“This is disgusting,” I muttered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “How do people actually enjoy this?”
Sav snorted. “The same way you’re drinking it. They just don’t make that face afterward.” She shrugged, sipping her juice through a straw like she was at a ca
