Trey was downing one bottle after another, all while pouring drinks for Lucas.

“Bro, who knows when we’ll see each other again,” he slurred, sounding as if we were heading off to war.

Lucas, feeling obligated, drank a few shots. But it seemed like Trey was determined to keep pouring, not stopping until he had Lucas completely drunk.

Seeing Trey’s mischievous demeanor, I decided to change out of my nightgown into a more conservative cotton sleep ...