Mai Tais and Bahama Mamas
"Another?"
"Yes, please."
Another frosty concoction, with alcohol that can't be tasted, and Lil sips at it before going back to join her friends. Tommy looks at her, but she pretends that she doesn't know why he's looking disapproving.
The thing is, Lil likes to drink. She likes how her limbs become pleasantly heavy, and the voice that shouts in her head is silenced. She feels normal, relaxed. Free. She also sees why Tommy doesn't like her to. He sees everything in black and white. Granted, he's willing to change his point of view, but his mind is so clear. Lil envies him his clearness. Everything's all muddled up in her head, in shades of gray.
People start singing around her. Lil feels the song bubbling up in her, and she joins in. Tommy
looks at her again, but she doesn't care anymore. She's happy.