"Remind me what we're doing here again?"
Rachel gave me her trademarked 'stop-being-so-damn-irritating' glare, that she always used when we were having an argument. "Danielle's dad is owner of an international publishing company. Making friends with his daughter could give us the opportunity to have our book published!"
"Your book, you mean," I added, exasperated by my best friends obsession with telling the stories of our many adventures to the entire universe. My eyes flickered over to our host. It was her eighteenth birthday, and she had invited us to a pre-drinking session at her house, before venturing into Carrington for a night out. I watched Danielle, a petite auburn haired girl with freckles covering her face and shoulders; take a hearty swig of her rum and coke before she resumed shrieking along to a pop song playing through her MP3 speakers.
Grimacing as her voice assaulted my ears, I said, "She might ha