>>2183553Erika went out for dinner and came out afterwards with Carmen. Erika was using black jeans, white t-shirt and a leather jacket with high-heeled boots and lots of chains in random places; she somehow made it work. Carmen had her school uniform of always; she tried not to look my way but whenever her gaze stopped even for a fraction of a second near me I could feel unending fury.
It was this time Carmen who suggested we continued The Game, since in her words she had already paid the ultimate price. Medea whispered me that they had already had a talk with Carmen and what we did to her underwear and that it would be unwise to bring it up to her. Other than Lisa groaning nobody seemed to have a problem with carrying on where we left yesterday.
It was Carmen’s turn; she spun the bottle and then stared at me with untamed wrath, as if by doing that the bottle would land on me.
