I stood in the center of the kitchen with a cup of beer in my hands, watching as a group of boys held Shelby's feet in an upright position and poured beer from the keg into her mouth.

"Shelby! Shelby! Shelby!" There was a chanting coming from around her as her face began to turn red with the rushing of blood to her head, she wriggled a little, to let them know that she was done with her keg stand, the boys let her down and without so much as a second thought picked dup another bystander. I watched with amusement for a few moments before I took another glance around the room, only to realize that in the mob of dancing people I couldn't seem to find Callie or Bradin. I pushed my way between a few people standing around the counter talking, and another few that seemed to be eating more than just normal brownies by their erratic laughter and comments. The beer sloshed around in my cup as I pushed through another crowd or two before deciding I had to go to the bathroom.

I continued to push my way through the hallway and towards the downstairs bathroom when I realized what a long wait there was. Someone must be puking in there, I thought to myself as the toilet flushed for the second time in the mere moments I'd been there. This is terrible. I downed the rested of my beer and placed my cup on a nearby end table before climbing up the stairs. I'm sure Bradin wouldn't mind if I used the upstairs bathroom, it's no big deal. He trusts me. I soothed my worried lines with my thoughts, telling myself that he wouldn't mind all that much if I just explained that I was in dire need of a bathroom and there was really nothing I could do about it, it seemed as if the whole town of Playa Linda was waiting on that one downstairs line, and that assumption was probably remotely true.

I got to the top of the stairs and walked through an area full of clothing racks. Hmm… who's the fashion designer in this family? I laughed to myself for a moment when imagining Brain hunched over a table sewing an outfit together, it definitely wasn't him. I began browsing through the racks when something caught my eye in the very corner, I carefully took it off its hanger and gasped. There I was, standing with the most perfect dress I'd ever seen. It was pink with ruffles just along the edge, hemmed to just above the knee and a large satin black stripe around the middle clad with a big black bow on the right hand side. I shook my head. No, Daveigh, you can't even try it on. Can you imagine if you spilled something on it? Brain would absolutely kill you. No, Daveigh. I silently scolded myself and placed it back on the rack where I'd found it, making my way to a doorway which I assumed to be the bathroom, I pushed it open and before even getting a chance to breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that it was, in fact, the bathroom, I let out a loud screech and dashed down the stairs.

"Daveigh! Daveigh!" They called after me, but it was too late. I was already running into the arms of the boys that I'd watched participate in the keg stand minutes before.

"I want to do it. I want to do a keg stand." I shook my head firmly at their questioning gazes, "Right now." And with that they lifted me up in one graceful scoop.