MELODY'S POV
It's strange.
They're people who seemed like they were from a different world from me back when we were roommates...
But now we're all sitting, laughing and talking like we've been friends for a really, really long time...
The power of good food and amazing alcohol does wonders...
"Oh, no you don't!"
I slipped the new bottle of whiskey from the clutches of a dead drunk Felicy.
"Wha..."
"Jeez, just sit down already. Did you know about this?"
I struggled to put Felicy back on the camelback sofa in the lounge.
"Nope, I had no idea."
Kristyn responded equally as stunned as I was. Turns out that only a single glass of whiskey could get Felicy as drunk as a skunk.
"Melody, how da ya do it?"
"Do what?"
