Abby shrugged. “Not technically, but I have to call my parents after
prom. I heard Matt Walker’s throwing a party, but everyone’s been
talking about it, so I bet it gets busted.”
That was the same party Dave had mentioned, William remembered.
He’d already decided to avoid it. He wasn’t planning on drinking, but that
didn’t matter much if the cops showed up.
“Yeah, better to skip it,” David agreed. “His last party got busted too. A
bunch of kids got MIPs.”
William had never gotten a Minor in Possession ticket. He’d only ever
drunk at Dave’s house—never drove afterward, and their hangouts were
quiet enough to stay off anyone’s radar. He knew the fine was fifty bucks
for the first offense, with a twenty-five dollar increase each time. Not
worth it—especially not if it meant disappointing his dad.
“Well, I know where I won’t be tonight,” Casey said, though she didn’t
really have a choice. Prom ended at eleven, and her dad had granted her
just one extra hour. They weren’t even planning to stay that long. A little
dancing, then maybe something low-key.
“We can do whatever you want,” William told her.