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twitters and Instagrams, what have you,” he continues sarcastically as he turns around, motioning with his hand at the end.
    My eyebrows pinch together.
    “Yeah…”
    “Well, everyone is used to you partying. Shit, girl. You party harder than most men, so if you go out there tonight and you’re not drinking or smoking, that right there is gonna send up some red flags.”
    He chuckles at himself as I shake my head at him.
    “What?” He rolls his eyes, still grinning. “Honey, for everyone to not know something is up yet…” He points his manicured finger up, obviously knowing that I can’t keep this a secret for long. “You must act the same way you did before.”
    “Frankie, I’m not drinking or smoking"
    “Duh!” he interrupts me, his eyes wide, looking at me as if I just said the most ridiculous thing there is. Which by the way, I guess I kind of did, but what the fuck is he getting at?
    Placing his hand on his hip, he pops it out to the side.
    “You need to be a teenager again.”
    Huh?
    “You know,” he motions with his other hand at me as he goes on.
    “Girl, you gotta fake drunk!”
    I bust up laughing in his face while he just runs his hands through his hair, clearly getting a little agitated with me. He shoves a bottle of Bombay on my lap.
    “Don’t worry, it’s just water.”
    What the fuck?
    “Before you freak, I spent the last half an hour running hot as fuck water in it to clean it out. Oh, and don’t worry…I made me a little cocktail so I wouldn’t waste.”
    He picks up a glass with a little stirrer and gives it a quick twirl before placing his lips around the thin straw and taking a drink.
    “Yummy,” he says to the glass before looking back at me.
    My eyes scan from his to the bottle and back to his again.
    “How can I fake drunk, Frankie? Not all young girls do that, just so you know. When I did do it, it was always the real thing.”
    “Well, Sophia, you’re something else, because all the prep girls from my school just carried around the same beer all night.”
    He starts giggling, his lips pushing against his teeth as he tries to finish his story.
    “Like this one time, me and Doug Fischer, oh, God, he was so cute! Anyway,” he shakes his head to stop his thoughts from running away what he was currently talking about. “We marked this girl’s… I think her name was Chelsea or something like that. We used this black marker and did a faint little dot at the bottom of her beer.” He uses his thumb and index finger to show me the size of the dot he did. “So, that night when everyone started getting buzzed, she was acting all cray cray and sucking dick and shit saying she was wasted. Come to find out, it was still the same fucking beer!”
    His laughter echoes around the small room and I laugh with him.
    “Gawd, Frankie.”
    He throws his arms down.
    “What? It was so funny!”
    “So you want me to carry this bottle around all night and pretend I’m drunk? How the fuck does someone pretend they’re drunk?”
    “Girl, just keep smiling. It’s your telltale sign of when you’re buzzed. The drunker you get, the harder it is to see your eyes because your cheekbones are always pushed up with the constant grin you wear.”
    Damn. This is so fucked up, but I’m not ready to let this out yet, so…
    “Fuck it. Whatever,” I shrug in defeat.
    Frankie bounces up and down, clapping his hands together and squealing.
    “Yay! This is gonna be so much fun!”
    Rolling my eyes at him, I stand up, placing the envelope with the picture in my large bag beside me.
    “No it’s not,” I mumble as I zip up the bag.
    He points his thumb behind his shoulder.
    “Your clothes for tonight are right over there. Since it is only a matter of time, you might as well wear as many tight pieces right now as you can.” He coos at me, his eyes are bright. Patting him on the back as I walk by him, I pick up the pieces and make my way for the bathroom.
    After changing into some tight as hell