Alyssa had an odd feeling about all of this. Maybe she was just being too uptight, though. She wasn't used to this, so a lot of this felt weird. It was probably the norm, and she was the weird one.
"Have you had this stuff before?" she asked Zoe. She figured Zoe knew her way around the party circuit more than she did.
"Sometimes it's good. Sometimes it's not," Zoe replied with a shrug. "It looks like a pretty good batch, though."
Alyssa wasn't sure how she felt about it being referred to as a "batch," but she also wasn't sure how she felt about it coming out of a plastic tub.
She hoped that they had washed it at least. Then again, she saw the state of the kitchen. She wasn't even sure if she could expect that level of cleanliness from these boys.
"Want a drink?" A guy's voice sounded next to them.
Zoe and Alyssa turned to face a guy wearing a loose tank top and cargo shorts. He held two cups full of jungle juice in his hands as he grinned at them.
