Bailey's pov

" Finally showed up Mira?" Ryan teased. 

There's a long wooden table separating the two, and on its surface is a line of cups filled to the brim with alcohol. The pungent scent is stale in the air, making my nose twitch.

" Now aren't you sweet to wait for me to start the game?" Mira's smile beamed brightly. She walked up to the table, called us over and taunted Ryan. "Let's begin shall we?"

With a tilt of his head and a grin appearing on his face, Ryan ...