"How's that saying go, 'fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...'" Jessica fixed a slow gaze onto her friend. "I am never trusting you again." How she had let Wanda talk her into this was a mystery. With a grumpy sigh, she watched as strangers wearing beards and beanies talked and danced, and played whatever the hell game that was involving cups. She did still want a drink, though. "Do you think there's anything left?" she asked, because if the coffee table cluttered with countless empty bottles and cups was of indication, they might have missed their opportunity for anything even remotely good.