When Eden told her she didn't want to know, she believed her. But she sort of did want to know, and goddamnit, they both knew it. She got her every single time with some stupid stunt. "I dunno if I'm r-really fun," she replied automatically.
Reaching out to take the vodka with her free hand, she passed the joint off to Eden and then looked down to the bottle again. She sighed heavily. "I c-can't drink this straight, that's gross. I'm not like t-that anymore."
She hadn't chugged straight liquor since going to parties with Frankie. But those were different times and they had been more out of control then, cared less. She was in university now, could she really be out doing shots of hard liquor with teenagers? In the woods? She groaned, twisting the cap off anyway.