It looked like this party wasn’t dying down anytime soon. But the majority of the people that kept coming in this late were friends of Nico, Lucas, and Odin. Dakota and a few of the guys that could actually drink legally were off to the side looking at one of the bikes, and Tarren could see the pride in Dakota’s face as he told his friends the breakdown of each part. She went over to the keg, got a cup filled for herself and Alexis, and walked over to her friend. “Here.” Tarren shoved a beer at Alexis, and some of the amber liquid splashed over the rim. “I think I am good on the alcohol department.” “Are you drunk?” Tarren asked and then took a big sip from the red plastic cup she held. “No, but I got a good buzz going on.” Tarren shook her head and felt her hair move along her chin. Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten her hair cut in a bobbed way? She picked up a strand of the dark locks, eyed it for a minute, and sighed. Why was she suddenly questioning everything in her life, even something as simple as her haircut?
