𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

"Ow!" I yelled, feeling a tennis ball plummet into my back. I turned around and saw Farleigh standing directly where the ball came from.

"That wasn't meant for you!" He yelled across the field. Just then, a ball hit him in the stomach, causing him to groan.

"That was meant for you!" Felix yelled over, pointing the racket his way. Me and Venetia laughed out loud.

Me, Farleigh, Venetia, Felix and Oliver were all inteptly playing tennis. The men were in black tie, me and Venetia in bright sparkly outfits she had bought us while on a "study abroad" trip in Paris (though she never did much studying).

Another ball was thrown from Oliver. I watched as Venetia tried her best to hit it, missing from mainly focusing on the cigarette in her mouth.

"That was out." Farleigh said.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Felix chanted, knowing what the rules were; if you miss, you drink.

"Fuck off!" Venetia yelled, bending over on the ground and picking up the bottle, taking a swig.

Farleigh picked the ball up and threw it on me, Felix and Oliver's side. Felix hit it, Farleigh hitting it back. It went my way, but I had stumbled, already missing the ball several times and having taken several swings.

"Yes!" Farleigh put his hands up and cheered.

"What?" Venetia said, just now looking over, still drinking from her turn.

"You've got to hit the ball, Maddy!" Felix smiled. I waved my hand and rolled my eyes, my lips already on the bottle. Me and Venetia were laughing at each other, the two of us standing on the side of the court.

We weren't huge fans of tennis. It was hard to play in heels.