”Remind me to keep lighters away from you.”
Abigail muttered to herself, trying to hide a
grin. “I guess I’m just cursed to a life of
designated driver. And collecting blackmail
on all my drunk friends and family.”

“You can try,” Peri replied with a smirk.
“I don’t think that’s a curse. It’ll provide
you with a lifetime of amusement, at the
very least.”
"There’s a simple cure for that. —-It’s called more beer.“