"I'll drink to that." They clinked their cups, before Marley bravely took her first sip of alcohol in almost a year. Whatever Kleo had given them was strong, with a hint of fruitiness that trailed down her throat as her nose stung. Marley's face scrunched up, but she found she liked the flavour regardless of the burn.
"How's it taste? And don't worry, I already know it's amazing. I'm the Picasso of mixology if I do say so myself," Kleo boasted, as she blew out her drag of vape smoke. Jonas shot her an incredulous look. "So the best the world has ever seen at pleasing girls, AND Picasso of alcoholic drink making, Kleo Thomas is so incredible that she still can't score a date with Riley Davis."
"Shut up," Kleo shoved his arm, blushing a little. Gabby interjected, pointing her cup at Jonas. "Hey, I saw the look Riley was giving her in the student centre on Wednesday, you didn't. I wouldn't be so sure she's not interested."