Josephine Routledge is the twin sister to John B Routledge. Their dad goes missing during the search for the famous shipwreck, the Royal Merchant. The twins and their friends, JJ, Pope, and Kiara, come across the sunken boat that holds a clue to the...
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I followed behind my friends, carrying a package of red solo cups. I helped John B lift the keg over a fallen tree to hand off to JJ before climbing over it myself.
JJ quickly set up the keg before testing it. He tried to spray some of the beer in John B's mouth, but it ended up all over his face instead, causing the rest of us to laugh.
JJ filled a cup before offering it out to me.
I grabbed it and chugged it. I may not have felt like partying, but I needed to be drunk to enjoy it.
JJ whistled as I handed the cup back to him to refill it.
Soon, people were gathering around the keg as John B took over for JJ to fill the red solo cups.
The Boneyard was filled with the different people that John B usually describes as the three different layers of a burrito. There's us and our friends, the working-class derelicts from the Cut. Then, there were the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They were mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just with trustafarian posers and our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless, here for a week on vacations with their families. Chum for the sharks.
After my third cup of beer, I feel myself beginning to relax into the party. I found myself talking to a group of Touron guys. They mentioned they were from Wisconsin taking a vacation together before heading to different places for college.
One of them challenged me to a chug, and I smirked before accepting it. The guy, Chandler I think, went up to the keg where JJ was filling cups. The blond sent me a wink as the guy made his way back, caring two cups. He handed me one of them.
"Salud," I said, tapping my plastic cup against his before linking my arm through his.
One of his friends counted down, yelling out go.
I quickly chugged down the beer, beating the dude by a full two seconds as he struggled to finish his. I threw my cup down into the sand and let out a shout of victory as the guy pouted slightly.
"Now I owe that blond guy twenty bucks."
I laughed loudly, understanding JJ's wink from earlier.
"I hope I didn't wound your ego too bad," I said as his friends left to go get more beer for themselves.
"Nah, I figured when your friend got excited that I was going against you that he knew that you were going to win."
His words caused me to laugh again.
"Wanna take a walk down the beach?"
This time, his words caught me off guard. Tourons aren't usually that bold.
