Hooked Up

"Did you see poor uncle Rick's face when Mrs Mulligan plantedthat slobbery kiss on his lips," I giggle, giddy from the few glasses ofchampagne at the annual New Year Eve's party. I'm only going toturn nineteen in a few weeks, but my parents allow me a few drinkshere and there at the lavish parties we attend and often also throw.They trust me to be smart and they know I would never get shit-facedin front of them and all the important guests.