CALEBI’m buzzed. I don’t know how many cans of beer I’ve chugged. I don’t know who I’m trying to impress, I can’t feel my fucking limbs. But I don’t stop drinking. And Vanya is so drunk, she’s practically on my lap. I don’t know any other way to tell her I’m not interested. Luke keeps eye-fucking Tony from where he’s seated on the kitchen counter. I don’t know how nobody notices. They’re sexting with their eyes. A guy with a denim vest—Sydney I think—leans forward to spread a deck of cards facedown around a Rick and Morty Portal cup, explaining the King’s Cup house rules.Someone lights a blunt and passes it around. It gets to me and I take a long drag, letting it settle in my lungs, before passing it to Vanya still perched on my lap. I like the way I feel: relaxed and super chill. Vanya leans forward and flips over an eight. “Mate” she says. I’m not surprised when she looks at me without hesitation. “Caleb is my drinking mate.” Everyone probably thinks we’re dating, so I don’t
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