When Randy dropped Cassie off, she found Eryn chilling out on the porch. She hoped Eryn wasn't pissed at her for not coming home. With everything that was going on, Cassie had forgotten her friend.
Overcome with guilt, she hung her head in shame as she approached Eryn. "I'm sorry I didn't call. Were you worried?"
"Randy texted me yesterday to tell me that you were with him. It was no biggie." Eryn giggled as she reached for her phone and held it up.
Cassie gaped at the screen that displayed a picture of her holding up a shot of tequila to her fat lip, looking completely plastered. She must have been in the hot tub, at that point, because her bra straps were visible, and she was topless.
"What an asshole! I'm going to kill him." Cassie tried to snatch the phone, but Eryn pulled it out of reach.
Eryn gasped between hysterics. "You look so hilarious!" She held her side, trying to rein in her laughter. "I'm sorry. Hey, what happened to your lip?"