It wasn't a lie; my dad enjoyed his beer every weekend, but I was mystified why he did. I had tried some of his beer when he offered it, and it tasted awful. Some of the other alcoholic mixed drinks I had tried were tasty enough, but it seemed the alcohol just made them taste worse. Unlike most of my classmates, I never understood the appeal of getting drunk.
We had agreed not to get dressed up for this party, but Brittany still looked amazing when she came downstairs from her room. Not that I felt underdressed, she just made her snug jeans and blouse look like they were designed to show off her body. I offered her my arm and walked her to the car, opening the door so she could sit in the front seat next to my sister.
I sat quietly in the back seat and listened to Hope and Brittany as th
