“Oh!” Christen’s eyes inadvertently went wide while Jinx exclaimed her name in her face, her hand sliding away so both could go up as if she were readying herself to catch Jinx midfall—not that she fell, but Christen was ready for it. She couldn’t help but laugh though, “Okay, thanks babe…just…” but she had to stifle her own laughter as she nodded and listened to Jinx try to figure out how to pronounce ‘toilet.’ One hand stayed on Jinx’s arm while her free hand started following Jinx’s mug, just waiting for it to fall, stepping back just a little as the droplets of liquor spread out to touch her bare legs momentarily…“Mmmhm, tragedy! I’m just going to…” But Jinx was handing the mug off anyway and Christen gratefully took it, “Got it, I got it, go pee.”
It was amazing how people went from being entertaining because you were drunk with them to being entertaining because you weren’t drunk—two totally different types of entertainment, but both were great. Once Jinx went on to the bathroom Christen sighed out and shook her head, the diamond dust along her skin fading away almost unnoticeably before she brought the mug up to her nose and sniffed. Almost instantly she jerked her head back and held the mug away from her as if she thought it would hurt her. “Whoa, who brought Zeus’s stash?” Obviously whatever mix Jinx had gotten was not watered down, the alcohol was right there to be smelled. Still…like any curious teen…Chris couldn’t help herself form plugging her nose and taking a deep gulp. The burn hit her only after she’d swallowed, and then a painful aftertaste that twisted her face in something like confused agony.
Just as she was getting over the taste Jinx was suddenly back, “You have a drink darling, here,” She handed the mug back to her friend—granted it wasn’t the smarted idea to give the smashed unlucky one her drink back…but…at least Christen knew she wasn’t mixing spirits just yet. “Yeah, I tasted yours…I think I’ll stick with rum.” Her brow arched a little at Jinx as she exclaimed about karaoke, “Do you know any Gaelic songs? Because I don’t…” The music, though kind of fitting for Torunn, wasn’t exactly what Christen would call mainstream on any level. She’d never heard anything that had played so far, not that one track seemed all too different from another in her opinion, “Alright cowgirl, I’m going to confiscate that mead if you can’t stand straight,” Christen half laughed as she once more went to help steady Jinx, “And I make no promises about what my mother may or may not be doing.” Probably wouldn’t help Jinx any at the moment, but it was true. Emma did what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it…everyone knew that.