Taste of Jealousy

The rain had ended by the time I reached the mansion. The bass was thumping, a strobe light was flashing, and scantily clad girls were dancing by the pool and drinking something too blue to be natural.

“You made it!” Jada cried, throwing her arms around me. I suspected she’d had plenty of the blue drink, and that it was probably extremely strong.

One hour later, I’d had two of them myself and Jada