Chapter 579

“Sorry,” you said. “Your sister can be kind of ... demanding. That’s not the first impression I wanted to give.”

Emma gave you an unreadable, stoic look, partially like she was looking through you like you weren’t there. She’d sighed in exasperation when you and Sabrina had come out of the bedroom, seeing what Sabrina was wearing and declaring she had to change. She’d been in a nice, blood-red button-down and slacks that highlighted her long legs, but Sabrina had decided to put on a nice little black dress.

You’d headed back into the bedroom while she changed, and she’d come through the bedroom headed for the washroom re-dressed in a strapless black dress with a tight bust and a puffy sort of torso that ended dangerously short. The quick glance at it as she walked into the washroom had almost made you choke and you’d beat a hasty retreat as Sabrina had given her a ‘you are not wearing that, it’s way too short’ and Emma had countered with ‘you just blew your boyfriend, you’re not one to talk.’ It settled when you heard Sabrina demand to know if she was wearing panties at least.

That was ironic and you had to stop from laughing by covering your mouth as you waited out in the living room.

Emma had come out first, leaning one shoulder against the wall as she looked at and/or through you, her arms crossed over her chest. She’d touched up her makeup, but nothing looked necessarily different to you, just ... tighter.

“Alright, we ready to go?” Sabrina asked, coming out of the bedroom with her ‘three-quarter- face on; not completely done up for maximum sexy effect, but definitely more than usual for work or a casual day date. “Emma, do you have a fake?”

“A fake what?” Emma asked, suddenly trying to look innocent.

“ID,” Sabrina said. “For ordering booze at the restaurant. We’re going to be drinking one or two and I don’t want you getting us in trouble if your fake is shit.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I do, but it’s kind of ass. I don’t think it’ll work and I haven’t tried using it.”

“Good, don’t,” Sabrina said. “That was a trick question - you shouldn’t drink unless you’re at home with Mom and Dad, or me and Katherine.”

Emma scoffed softly. “Fine,” she said.

“Bitch, listen to me for a second as your older, concerned sister,” Sabrina said, taking Emma’s hand in both of hers to make her sister pay attention. “You’re starting your first year at college in a week and a half. I haven’t gotten roofied, and I’m pretty sure Katherine hasn’t had a bad experience like that either, but I know girls who did get hit up as freshmen. One who was roofied, and three more who got way too drunk and did things, or had things done to them, that they didn’t want to be doing. I’m not going to shame you for wanting to have fun or for whatever sex you want to explore, but never do it when it isn’t on your terms. And if you want to party and drink, do it with me or John, OK?”