C33 Creeped out

Rachel's POV

I stood by the corner of the counter watching the others enjoy the party. It was kind of nice, but I was not really into socializing right now.

"A margarita," I said to the bartender who immediately started preparing my order.

"Here Ms," I gave him a killer smile and took the margarita, carefully sipping it in front of him. Relishing the sour taste of the lemon and lime in it