I walk back to the house.
I can't deny the fact that Mahone sings well, the song was thoughtful and meaningful. Yet I don't really know him, because Lynn never told me about his brother. Again, why he would tell me some basic truths.
I pass the dancing people, getting myself another drink and it felt good. I know that sometimes drinking helps to ease away all the emotional pain. Likewise, I agree with whoever first said and did that.
I throw the used cup in the bin and take another one, thinking what I could use instead of vodka. I roam my eyes at all the bottles placed on the table, because Maria always has a good collection of drinks (from her father's cabinet, easy guess).
Strawberry Daiquiri? No, this cocktail makes my mouth sweet, don't like much. A margarita sour mix would be good and I crack the bottle open, then pour the glass. I turn and suddenly notice Emilia and Jack on a couch, shagging.
