Drown Me Out

"Rowan for the hundredth time, yes you have to come to the party. I'm sick of making up excuses for why you don't come to events with us." Our mom sounded so exasperated over the phone, I could practically see her rubbing her temples. Our parents wanted us to come with them to our mom's best friend's holiday party around an hour away from mine and Rose's apartment, and I weren't exactly feeling like going on my first free Saturday in a long time. Plus, the holidays were still three weeks away. Who has a party this early?
"But Mom, I don't think I have time to drive out there. I'm so busy," I countered.
"You realize we share a Netflix account and that I can see that you're forty-five minutes into a Black Mirror episode, right?" Shit, caught, I thought. I tried to think of any other excuse that could keep me firmly rooted to my couch for the rest of the weekend, but came up short.
"Ugh, fine. I'll come," I conceded, pausing my episode and springing into motion. Mental math told me if i wanted to get to the party on time, I would have to leave relatively soon. "But only because I know the food will be good."