"So basically his mom is, like, dating, Uncle Henri," Poppy finished, taking a swig of the nasty cheap vodka Senna had given her earlier that week.
She and Scout were sitting on the metal walkway that wrapped around the top of the abandoned lighthouse, talking about what had happened after Poppy had ditched Scout at Bentley's last night. It was only nearing 6 o'clock, so it was a bit early to be drinking by most clio's standards, but Poppy and Scout had a party to go to tonight, anyway, so starting a little early wasn't a bad thing.
She handed the bottle to Scout and kicked her legs as they dangled over the edge of the walk. "It was a weird night."
She and Scout were sitting on the metal walkway that wrapped around the top of the abandoned lighthouse, talking about what had happened after Poppy had ditched Scout at Bentley's last night. It was only nearing 6 o'clock, so it was a bit early to be drinking by most clio's standards, but Poppy and Scout had a party to go to tonight, anyway, so starting a little early wasn't a bad thing.
She handed the bottle to Scout and kicked her legs as they dangled over the edge of the walk. "It was a weird night."