"You're not getting anywhere near alcohol today."
It was what Hillary, one of your best friends, and the mother of the group, warned as you four walked inside that giant beach house.
So, it had been some days since Nikki told you three her cousin, Caelius, had invited them to go to his beach house to take a break.
Amalia, the hyperactive one, was quick to perk up and agree.
That was enough for leaving Hillary in pure annoyance, since she didn't drink and she knew she was going to have to take care of three drunks.
[...]
You weren't particularly thrilled to see Caelius, you had known him since you two were kids, a bit before you met Nikki.
He moved away when he made it to 15 and you never spoke again.
As the party found itself to be boring, as Hillary didn't give you a single moment of peace to have fun, you sighed.
The pool was full of people, you could also see more of them in the sea and rolling down the sand, dancing, making out, flirting.
You could've been one of them, if it wasn't for Hillary...
[...]
Sensing your boredom, Caelius decided to play the 'cool reencounter guy' after all these years and told his friend to go distract Hillary so you could sneak a bottle of wine.
She was absolutely panicked when she turned back and saw you downing it at one go.
The literal only thing you were a lightweight for: wine.
Obviously, Caelius knew that. In all truth, he just wanted to mess around with drunk you.
You were an absolute comedian when drunk.