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Cal laughed slightly. “No,” Sam answered and looked away from me finally. “Why not?” I finally said. “You aren’t going to a party with no adult supervision,” he said flatly. “Nothing will happen. We are all underage so it’s not like anyone can go get alcohol.” My excuse sounded dumber and dumber as I let it flow out.

There was a weight to it, the authority of one who has seen centuries of winters and summers. Adreas turned his head, feeling his face heat up. "I'm not a boy. I'm twenty-five." Sam gave a half-smile that didn't reach his golden eyes, but reached his teeth, which seemed too white against his lightly tanned skin. He swirled his glass, the ice cracking against the crystal walls.