SIX

I grimaced as Rhodora handed me the glass filled with alcohol. Who doesn't grimace, the cup she hands to me is the same cup that the five of them drank from. They are very unsanitized. Their saliva will mix in the cup and, worse than that, the person who drinks it can be infected with many viruses. It would be okay if Rhodora's companions looked clean, but they didn't, they looked dirty. It's not like they haven't bathed in a week. Or maybe I'm just judgmental. Maybe they bathe, but only once a week. Never mind. Why am I wasting time on their appearance? All I want is to get out of the camp but here I am in this situation where I have to drink from the same cup. How gross is that, right? They use plastic cups. I don't think they clean these cups.

"Take the glass. Are you going to drink it or will I report you? Come on! My arm is shaking" Rhodora threatened me.

"Why do you only use one cup? Don't you know proper hygiene? A lot of germs can be obtained from saliva", I hesitantly answered.

They laughed at what I said except for Pocholo. Because Pocholo knows that I come from a rich family and raised me like a princess, so he understands why I am like that.

"Get a lot of germs from saliva? When you and your boyfriend kiss torridly, you can't think of germs anymore," ​​said Rhodora's friend as they laughed again.

"Torrid kiss?! I've never kissed anyone in my entire life! Nothing worth it to my lips" I said, horrified. It's gross with what they say.

"Is that so? Come on!You need to drink it, Dear princess", Rhodora said sarcastically. The glass is being pounded on my face.

"Excuse me! I really am a princess!"

"All right, all right. Are you going to drink it or not? I'm tired of you. What I don't like the most is that someone keeps me waiting."

"I'll be the one to drink for Beau", Pocholo presented, next to me. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that I will be saved from drinking from their disgusting cup.

"Really? If that's the case. You're weak Beau. You allow others to do what you should be doing". Rhodora insulted me.

Because of what I heard, both my ears perked up! I'm not weak. I just don't want to drink from their disgusting cup. I will never drink there.

"Give me that! I'm not weak! I can drink from your disgusting cup!" I screamed. 'Wait! Why did I say that? I'll never drink from their disgusting cup, right?'

"Disgusting cup"said the man, laughing together with Rhodora. I don't know his name and I don't intend to find out his name. He's not worth it. In addition to being ugly, he also has a groin face.

"Take it. We'll be here forever if you don't drink it," said a woman next to Rhodora. She looks more like a shrimp than a woman.

I reached for it with a trembling hand. I even swallowed my own saliva when I saw the white liquid in the cup. What kind of alcohol is this? It stinks!

"Drink it!"

"Drink it!" They encouraged me.

"Don't be a killjoy!"

"Is it really needed?" I asked. Can I die from their alcohol? It really stinks! Big time!

"Beau" Pocholo worriedly whispered to me.

I braced myself. Why am I unlucky? Is this a reward for my bad behavior?

I took the cup to my mouth. I closed my eyes and held my breath so I couldn't smell this stinky alcohol. Without a second thought, I drank it from the cup. I coughed loudly. They all screamed for joy. It's bitter taste. I almost spit out what I was drinking. If I hadn't seen Rhodora's menacing look at me, I might have vomited their stinky alcohol.

I wiped my mouth when some saliva dripped there. I felt it, my stomach reacted.

"Nice shot, Beau!" Praise of Rhodora.

"Nice shot! Nice shot" they all chanted.

Pocholo rubbed my back. I think my stomach was shocked by their alcohol. My vision seems to be blurred. It hit me hard!

"Youre next, Pochot" said Rhodora, while handing the cup to Pocholo.

"It's Pocholo" he corrected.

"Pocholo or Pochot. It's the same. Drink it!" Pocholo never argued with Rhodora. He drinks the wine without hesitation. Pocholo seems to be very used to drinking alcohol.

"Woooh! Straight shot!"

"What alcohol is that?" I whispered to Pocholo. Maybe they gave us poison to drink. I don't know. I want to make sure.

"It's a Dutch-type gin. Just drink it slowly. It's hit hard. You might have a hangover tomorrow." He answered me.

I had a few more drinks. I couldn't help but to accept everything they offered me. If Commander Apollo found out that we were going to escape, Pocholo and I were both dead. It would be okay if it was just me. I can handle it. But I don't want others to be involved in my mess. I still have kindness inside my heart. I just don't use it. My kindness is not unlimited.

A few minutes passed. My vision has doubled. The previously stinky alcohol seemed to have become fragrant and sweet to my taste. I also laugh at their jokes. It's fun, I feel like I'm on cloud nine because I feel so light.

"Beau is fine with becoming a drinking buddy. I thought she was a killjoy like the others," said Rhodora. She wasn't drunk like the others. I think I was the only drunk among us. I laugh even if nothing is funny.

"I thought that too, Rhodora" I said, with a laugh. I'm too slurred to speak because I'm so drunk.

"Bring Beau to the barracks. It looks like she's drunk. She's not used to drinking," she said.

"Let's drink some more!" I said. I want to drink more. Why are they sending me home?

"Beau, we have to leave. It's late at night already. Another official might catch us." I heard Pocholo say to me.

"I don't care! Let's drink some more!" I shouted happily.

"Bring her home, Pochot. We're leaving."

Rhodora left us. 'Weak'

"Let's drink some more, Pocholo! Wait! Where is Rhodora? She's weak. She left us here! I thought she was a very brave woman! She turned her back on me!" I screamed loudly. My voice sounds like a drunk person. My eyes were half closed and I was pointing my index finger while saying that.

"Shh..don't be noisy, Beau. We might get caught."

"I'm not noisy!"

"Beau.." Pocholo didn't know what to do with me.

"Let's drink some more of that stinky alcohol!"

"Beau, lower your voice."

"It's not-" Pocholo covered my mouth. I struggled. But he had a strong hold on me.

"Shhhh.." he scolded.

In my annoyance because he covered my mouth, I bit his hand. He cursed weakly. He let me go. I had the strength to run away from him. I'm going to Rhodora's so we can drink more. Its fun!

I laugh while running. It's a happy feeling when you drink alcohol. Because my parents used to forbid me. They said that it is not good for a woman to drink a lot.

"Beau! Get back here! We might both be caught!" Pocholo said weakly. He couldn't shout loudly and someone might hear him.I just laughed at what he said. I don't stop running even though my vision is spinning.

"Oh!" I screamed when I bumped into something. I sat on the floor because of the impact.

"My gosh?!" I said, irritated. That's so painful! It felt like a bone was broken in my body due to the force.

"Miss Orenciana?"