Mike started to run away, and I was hot on his tail. "Come back here, you woman!" Mike was laughing too hard to outrun me and soon I was able to poke him in the ass with the end of my light saber. "I'll get you! You better call for someone to help you otherwise your ass is mine!"

Mike ran to a tree and then hid behind it. "Kent! Come get your girl off my ass. It’s an exit only!"

Kent rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up from the ground, rubbing the dirt off of his pants. He walked over closer to us but made no moves to stop me.

"I dunno, dude. She might have the right to.” Kent snickered.

"Damn straight I do, I'm the winner! Too bad you didn't win the special prize, Mike, or you could've had my ass,” I teased.

Mike groaned and pounded his forehead against the tree. "Not fair."

"So what is your special prize, Elly?" Kent asked as he moved closer and put his arm around me to draw my attention away from Mike behind the tree.

"I get to pick the next activity, and who gets to tag along,” I smiled sweetly, turning away from Mike and the tree shield.

Kent kept his arm on my shoulder and looked down at me. "So what is it going to be, sweetheart? Wait. Make that choice after we have some more booze!" Kent grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the limo to get some more liquor.

My eyes widened as I followed him. What the hell had happened to Kent? Suddenly he wanted to get hammered?

Mike came out from the tree and Paul climbed into the limo. He grabbed out the rest of the mini bar contents and held them out to everyone else getting in.

Kent took a bottle as he climbed into the limo and when I climbed in he took me by the hand and pulled me over to the seat beside him. He held his little bottle up to mine and slurred slightly. "Congo-rats" He downed the shot easily.

I grinned and then put mine in my lap. I was drunk enough I wasn't going to have anymore until I knew I wouldn't black out but I surely wasn't going to stop the rest of them from having a good time. I held mine out to Kent. "Here, you missed one."

Kent shrugged his shoulders, a large grin on his lips, and drank it quickly. He coughed. "So,Elly.. what is the next thing going to be?"

"Video game competition at your mom's house. The junk food is waiting, but the Dew has been replaced with jello shots." I smiled and looked around at the boys. "Everyone game?"

"Oh my gawd. More alcohol?" Kent chuckled. "Are you going to hold my hair later, Elly, when I throw up?"