After a late start to the party, we’d stayed out well past three in the morning with Chase, Sophie, Emily, Brad and their friends. While Drake paid for a car service as a gift to the couple, he and Chase hadn’t drank much. I couldn’t say I blamed them either since the last time any of us went to a bar was when Sophie was attacked. Sophie, on the other hand, completely surprised all of us by getting more hammered than I’ve ever seen her. Considering I’d lived with her for five years that was saying a lot. I laugh silently to myself as I recall her confessing to me, rather loudly and in front of Chase and Drake’s friends Tommy, Nick, Savannah and Trina in fact, that she and Chase had snuck into the bathroom for a quickie. “Oh my God, Sophie,” Chase had chuckled down at her from his spot beside her in the booth. “I’m drunk and I got mine, fuck it!” she shrugged from beside him as she drained her rum and coke.
