“Suits yourselves,” Eric replied, chugging his beer. Half of it ran down his chin
and shirt. A puddle formed at his feet.
Eric finished and wandered off.
“Probably smart to wait if you’re drinking tonight,” David said.
“I know,” William smirked. “I don’t like drinking early anyway. I’m like a vampire
drunk, only drinking at night.”
“You’ve only drunk like five times in your life,” David said, smirking.
“But always at night,” William replied.
The Smiths were finishing setting up. Mrs. Smith shouted instructions across the
room.
“You should visit me at college sometime,” David said. “There’s parties every
weekend. Everything’s within walking distance.”
“Maybe,” William said, thinking about the long drive and the stress of I-75.
“Remember Ed from high school? He used to work at the video store. He lives down
the hall from me.”
“I had a few classes with him,” William said.
Mrs. Smith walked out from the kitchen area in the back of the hall. The smell of
chicken wings filled the space. William took a deep breath. David licked his lips.
“We should go steal the tray,” William said.
“I want to. But…”
“I know. We’re too good for our own good.”
“Definitely should’ve picked a table closer to the food,” David added.
“Hopefully, that’ll be the worst decision we make tonight.”
A crash came from the back. Eric returned with a fresh drink, yelling something
unintelligible. One of his little sisters trailed behind him with a towel, wiping