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know it’s equally due to the alcohol running through my veins.
    “There you are!” Zoe shouts as I near her side, practically stumbling. “I have to pee. Come with?” Before my lips open to form an answer, I feel her hand slide in mine as she all but drags me behind her.
    “They have a real bathroom in here?” I ask surprised, and wonder for the tenth time, who built this thing and where they got the funding.
    “Duh. I’m not about to piss in the grass like some animal, are you?” She hands me her flashlight.
    “Nope,” I mutter, while walking to the closest unoccupied stall. Considering there are only three, I’m lucky there’s one open.
    “Yeah…baby…don’t…stop!” The moans of someone breathlessly grunting in the large stall beside me makes my pulse rise and my eyes widen. My hand shoots up to cover my mouth. It muffles my astonished laughter.
    Is someone having sex in the bathroom? My drunken brain reminds me that it’s okay to screw someone in a public place. My sober self would argue that it’s never okay, remotely acceptable, or even sanitary. But tonight, my right-or-wrong meter seems to blend effortlessly. I’ll blame it on whatever is in the keg.
    The door to the stall squeaks on its hinges as I open it, do my business, and slide out quietly. Without thinking, I wash my hands, before I notice that there are no paper towels. Wiping my hands on my denim shorts, I call out and swing the flashlight around the room. “Zoe?”
    There’s no answer, only more moaning and yes pleases .
    Bending down, I can see four feet in the last stall, and no feet in the one Zoe had previously occupied. Lovely, I think to myself as I brush hair out of my face and open the door. Music is blaring from speakers placed around the premises. I’m glad it’s not rap. Honestly, I don’t know what genre it is —maybe alternative. Everyone seems to enjoy it by his or her body language. Then again, they’re all wasted. Heck, I even enjoy it.
    Much to my surprise, the corner where Tank, Zoe and their friends where standing is now vacant. I open the door opposite to the one we entered in the front of the building, and am shocked when I see so many people outside. The moon shines down, illuminating their painted arms, legs and torsos.
    I spot Zoe’s fiery red hair, but don’t immediately recognize anyone she’s sitting with. There is a bright orange fire burning, and everyone is scattered around it.
    “Friend,” I holler, drawing more attention to myself than I’d like. I’m sure I stick out like a sore thumb compared to everyone else who seems to travel in pairs or groups.
    “There you are girl! Get over here. We’re about to play truth or dare.”
    She doesn’t mention leaving me in the bathroom. It’s bizarre that she’d just ditch me on my first night here, but maybe she’d said something I couldn’t hear over the excessive growling and pounding of flesh in the adjacent stall.
    “We have enough people,” a girl with tight, spiral curls framing her face shouts from across the fire.
    “Since when does truth or dare have a limit on players?” My mind may be cloudy, but I’m not stupid.
    “Since I said so,” she retorts, her head wagging like a toy bobble head.
    Liquid courage meanders through my veins making me feel bolder than I’ve ever felt. “I’m not sure who crowned you Queen B, but I was just invited to play.”
    Snorts and howls stir around me, their echoes bouncing off the tree line around us.
    “I’m uninviting you.”
    Every muscle in my body tenses as a surge of anger rushes over me like a forest fire. Who does this girl think she is? “Who are you, the fun Nazi?” Her face contorts. “There’s plenty of room for more players.” I want to drive the point home. “Hey y’all,” I shout behind me to anybody that’s within a close proximity. “We’re playing truth or dare, come join us!” I wave over to the fire pit.
    “Naomi, I think you’ve met your match,” I hear from