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The overwhelming scent of alcohol hit my senses, and I wrinkled my nose and lowered the cup.

Tripp liked to drink vodka without mix. In his defense, the shit he bought was good enough it tasted fine alone, but there was a reason he was usually passed out somewhere by nine while the rest of us could keep partying until dawn.

“Come dance with me.” Darcy strutted, or attempted to strut, into the room, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger.

She was wearing a miniskirt and what looked like a bikini top. Her body was banging, but it was her confidence that pulled it off.

“I don’t dance.” I poured some orange juice into the vodka to cut it and lower the alcohol content togood timerather thanget shit-faced in twenty minutes.

She swiped at my hand, presumably to grab my drink.

Her aim was off, so all she managed to do was swing her hand around and nearly go toppling as she was thrown off balance.

“Comeoooooonnnnn,” she whined.

I gritted my teeth and sipped my drink.

Her attitude on a good day grated on my nerves. Drunk Darcy was fucking annoying.

“Nah. I’m good.”

“You’re no fun.” She stomped her foot and huffed out an irritated sound, her face screwing up in a pout.

That look did nothing for me. It was childish and annoying.

A vision of Jules doing the same thing flashed in my mind, and my dick thickened.

Fuck.

The last thing I needed was to pop wood at a party while thinking of my asshole stepbrother.

“We could always go to one of the rooms,” she slurred and put a hand on my shoulder.

I stepped away from her, breaking her grasp on me.

“Thanks, but you’re too drunk.”

“Doesn’t stop anyone else.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Maybe not, but I’m a gentleman.”

She rolled her eyes.

I shot a glance at Tripp.

He was looking at us with confusion in his eyes.

“You’re boring.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned away. “Call me when you take that stick out of your ass.”

She wobbled out of the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

“Bruh.”

“What?”

“She was half a second away from spreading her legs for you right here, and you turned her down?”

“Consent is a thing.”


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