'I'll go,' Tim says, laughs uproariously. She whips her hair, flipping it left and right, inelegantly splashing her delicate, bony shoulders. Lauren raises the 70 cl bottle - pressing it to her lips, awkwardly - before draining the last of its contents. her parent’s) impressive estate about ten minutes ago. Other than a quick 'Hello' to the both of us, she hasn’t said anything since our arrival. Tonya drank a shot or two of Raspberry Vodka, as well, which has barely loosened her up. Next she leers at Tonya, whom is vastly more coherent and nearly sober after drinking a can of Bud Ice.
Her eyelids flutter - after she guzzles a few shots worth of liquor - and she continues to use her left arm for sustaining the Bacardi in air. She hoists the bottle above the pool's surface, as she wades in the six-feet-deep water, repeatedly pushing her right arm out to stay afloat. 'Who is up for a game of Truth or Dare?' I ask, looking between Tim and the two girls inside of the pool, the back of my shoulders leaning against the ledge.
