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Emmet with my mouth gaping open. He had hit Jorge.
    Jorge was drunk, but Jorge was still a badass. He stood up straight and glared at Emmet. His hands curled into fists. He drew his arm back and threw a hard punch at Emmet, but since Emmet wasn’t inebriated, he was able to duck out of the way. Unfortunately, the guy behind him wasn’t so lucky and he was the one that got hit. Emmet latched onto my arm and yanked me away just as a brawl broke out. I followed without resistance, stumbling along the way. Emmy wasn’t moving any better than I was.
    The louder the fight got in the kitchen, the more people pushed at us in their effort to go join or watch it. Emmy fell down once. I tried to help her up with my one arm, but I was just as fucked up as she was and almost went down with her. I was alarmed. I thought she was going to get trampled there on the floor, but then big arms were around her waist, lifting her off of the floor. Tabitha’s older brother Tack threw his cousin over his shoulder and before I could understand what was happening, Emmet had done the same to me. The guys didn’t put us down until we were at Emmet’s car.
    “What part of don’t go to the party didn’t you understand!” he yelled at us as he unlocked the car.
    “The ‘don’t go’ part,” I snickered. Adrenaline raced through my body, but I was still very much drunk. Emmet glared at me so hard, I stopped laughing.
    “The ‘party’ part?” Emmy asked from the other side of the car. We both started to snicker.
    “Your mom is going to kill you,” Tack said to Emmet.
    “I didn’t bring them here!”
    He pulled open the back door of his car and pointed angrily for me to get in. Tack was a little nicer to Emmy and helped her in. I wanted Tack on my side of the car.
    “Get in the damn car, Donya,” Emmet growled.
    “Fu-uck you,” I said, swaying, but I got into the car.
    Emmet slammed the door shut. He stood outside for a moment, running his hands through his hair and trying to make the steam stop coming out of his ears. I giggled.
    When he got in the car, his hair was all messed up.
    “Your hair is messed up, pretty boy,” I teased.
    He glared at me through the rearview mirror but said nothing.
    “You can’t take them home,” Tack said to Emmet. “It’s not that late. Your parents are probably still up.”
    Emmet looked at the time on the dashboard. It was a little after ten. He looked in the rearview mirror again, not at me but at something behind me. His eyes widened a little bit.
    “We’ll figure it out along the way. The cops are coming.”
    He peeled out of his parking space and took off down the road. Emmy and I looked behind us at the approaching cruisers halting in front of Jorge’s house. Fortunately, none of them came after us.
    “Aww. I kind of wanted to see Officer Daniels,” Emmy pouted and then smiled. “He’s hot.”
    “Shut up,” Emmet snarled from the front seat.
    We drove around for a few minutes. The guys tried to come up with some way of getting us home without Sam and Fred being on to us. Emmy and I giggled and laughed and shrieked about things I can’t even remember. Emmet often yelled at us to shut up and we just as often ignored him. Finally, he had an idea. He parked at a 711 and got out to use the payphone.
    “I’m thirsty,” I said, running my finger over my dry tongue. I pulled the lock up on my door and practically fell out onto the pavement. I held onto the door laughing hysterically until I felt Tack picking me up.
    “Get back in the car,” he said with a little more patience than Emmet has had all night.
    “I’m thirsty,” I whined.
    “Me, too,” Emmy said from the front of the car.
    She had gotten out without my notice. Apparently without Tack’s too, because he said “How the fuck did you get there so fast?”
    Emmy stuck out her tongue and walked into the store. Tack leaned me up against the car and looked back at Emmet who was still on the phone talking. Emmet looked