Corrine sat like a four-year-old, listening intently to Rolo's story. Story time was her favorite. No matter how sappy or horrifying it was; a story was a story. Every story was unique in its own way. This one was quite interesting. Love stories weren't her favorite, but they were nice to listen to.

She looked at the bottle of bourbon next to Rolo. Corrine greedily snatched it up and took a sip. Now she'll finally see what the buzz was about and why her family wouldn't let her have any. She took one sip and immediately realized why: it was gross! It was so bitter! Even with such a tiny sip she felt sick. She wrapped her arm around her mouth and began to cough. It burned in her throats as it slid down into her stomach.