Page 138 of Becoming Selfish

“Don’t worry about it, Eli. I’m not. Let’s have fun.” She wraps her arms around my neck while my hands find the small of her back, pulling her into me.

“Are you drinking tonight?” she asks.

“I was thinking about it. But I was waiting to see what your plan is for the night.”

“We should get drunk together,” she playfully suggests as the corners of her lips begin to turn up. “That could be fun.”

I can’t help but laugh at how excited she is for this. She doesn’t let loose often, so this could be interesting. If the way she just stood up for herself against Alyssa is any indication of how this night will go, I’m all in.

“I’m down for that. I would love to see a drunk Logan.”

“Well, you might be holding her hair back at the end of the night,” she warns.

“Deal.” I lean down and kiss her again. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the kitchen to find our friends and the booze.

“Damn, girl! Look at you!” Cam exclaims as we walk into the kitchen.

“Thanks, Cam. Good to see you,” Logan says in response as Cam wraps her up in a hug. He shoots me a look, wiggling his eyebrows, while he has her in his embrace, trying to get under my skin. I know he’s only kidding because he’s told me how he likes Logan and me together, but still, with Logan looking like that tonight, I don’t need anyone else touching her.

“Okay, okay.” I break them up, only somewhat kidding.

The kitchen is packed, which isn’t all that shocking. The alcohol is in here, so of course, it’s going to pull the biggest crowd. Marc, Ali, and Cam are all standing around the kitchen island as Logan and I join them. Goody is here too, by the fridge, with a random chick under his arm, and my sophomore goalie, Benny, is looking a little lonely with a beer in his hand by the sink. Thankfully, I haven’t seen Patrick yet tonight, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Cheers, guys.” Marc hands out the vodka shots he’s poured.

“Benny, come have a shot with us,” I call out, feeling bad that the kid is by himself.

Benny makes his way over to the island as Goody and the girl he’s with join too. Another random chick has found her way here and is now pressed up to Cam as Marc pours a few more shots for our newcomers.

Between Logan and I, Marc and Ali, Goody and his girl, plus Cam and this new chick, everyone looks somewhat paired off besides Benny. Logan obviously notices as she keeps her stare on my goaltender before glancing back at me.

She quickly looks around the packed room. “Pour one more shot,” Logan tells Marc before taking off towards the other side of the kitchen.

I watch as she approaches a girl, standing by herself, dressed up as a fairy of some sort. The girl seems a bit shy and nervous as Logan begins to talk to her until, eventually, a smile takes over her face. My favorite girl is having a full-on conversation with this chick, and you can tell that the fairy is starting to warm to Logan. The girl nods her head, and Logan takes her by the hand as she brings her over to the island to join our group.

“Guys, this is Sarah. She’s a sophomore transfer, so she doesn’t know too many people yet, and she loves hockey,” Logan says as she introduces the girl.

“Sarah, these are a few guys from the team, and that’s Ali and Marc.” Logan points to the little New Yorker and my brother. Ali gives Sarah a small wave, and Marc nods towards her as Logan continues. “And this is Benny,” she says, taking her time. “He’s also a sophomore, and he’s the hockey team’s starting goalie.” All the dots begin to connect as to what she’s trying to do.

“Hey,” Benny says with an excited smile as he stands closer to Sarah.

“Hey,” Sarah responds with wide eyes, looking like she just met some sort of celebrity.

Logan makes her way back to me. Standing behind her, I pull her back into my chest and wrap my arms around her shoulders. “You’re the best,” I whisper into her ear, finishing it off with a kiss to her temple.

“Cheers,” Marc says again, now that all ten of us have a shot in our hands.

“What are we cheersing to?” Goody asks as we all hold our shot glasses up.

“Cheers to the nights we will never remember, with the friends we will never forget,” Cam says, trying not to laugh.

Everyone makes a face of confusion and mock disgust at Cam’s attempt at a heartfelt toast.

“Corny, dude,” I tell him.

“Hella cheesy,” Logan says.

“Lame, Cam,” Marc adds, shaking his head.

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