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collapsed. Holly had to admit that her head spun faster and faster and she felt as if she needed some air, even though they were outside.
    “Let’s get you back to Bernie’s,” George suggested, throwing Holly over his shoulder.
    “I can walk,” she slurred.
    “No, you can’t. You’ll pass out before you get there.”
    It seemed like the trip back was taking ages, so Holly sang all the way in her precarious position hanging down George’s back. He chuckled at some of her words, singing along to some verses he knew.
    “What the fuck?” Bernie shouted, when she saw them.
    “Sorry, Bernie,” George apologized.
    “She’s drunk.”
    “I’m not drunk.” Holly lifted her body as best she could, turning her head in Bernie’s direction.
    Bernie looked at her, not at all impressed. “You are drunk.”
    Holly giggled.
    “She had a good time, Bernie.”
    “Your wife is a bad influence, George.”
    “I know, that’s why I love her so much.”
    Bernie shook her head, but couldn’t prevent grinning. “Put the alcoholic down.”
    “I’m not sure if she can walk.”
    Swatting George on his head, Holly slurred, “I can walk. Plus, I still need to do that favor for Josie.”
    George’s shoulders vibrated with apparent laughter. “This, I’ve got to see.”
    “What favor?” Bernie was doing the hands-on-hips, what-are-you-on-about stance.
    When George finally placed Holly down gently, she inhaled deeply as her head still seemed to be spinning. He caught her as she started to sway backward.
    “I… am… fine.” Holly managed to make those three words seem like a whole sentence, it took that long to say.
    “Like hell you are,” muttered Bernie.
    Holly ignored that comment and instead made her way toward Leonard and Jake on wobbly legs. But when she saw him sitting with a beer on the step of his RV, a picture of her leaping on him and falling off before she could kiss him played like a movie in her fuzzy head. She snorted—in a very unladylike manner—and walked back toward her friends, not even attempting to walk anything resembling a straight line.
    “Nah, it’s not my fantasy.” She looked at George who was trying his damndest to cover his smile.
    “Coward.”
    “Whatever,” she mumbled while stumbling to her tent.
    “One hour, Holly, and then I’m going to wake you up,” Bernie yelled.
    Holly pulled a face, mimicking Bernie, and collapsed onto her air bed. The world spun and she felt like throwing up, but thankfully that didn’t happen. A couple of seconds later, followed by a few good spins, she fell asleep.

    “Go away. You had her the entire day.” Bernie’s voice pierced Holly’s ears.
    She opened her eyes, everything was still spinning. Closing them again, she breathed in deeply trying to settle herself. She could hear Bernie and Josie speaking softly, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. Hell, if she were honest right about then, she didn’t really care.
    Out of nowhere, Josie gave her overpowering shrill laugh. “You coward!” she yelled into the tent.
    Bernie would probably ask Josie what was going on, and Josie would tell her for sure. And that’s exactly what must have taken place, because a minute into their continued whispering, Bernie burst out laughing.
    “Wake up, coward.” Josie kicked her air bed.
    Holly growled. “Leave me alone.”
    “I’m not leaving you alone, we had a deal.”
    “It’s your fantasy, not mine.”
    “Whatever, Holly. Get up, or else I’m going to ask Bernie to throw water on you.”
    “Do what you want, just leave me alone.”
    The girls apparently thought this was extremely hilarious.
    Not five minutes later, Holly was soaking wet, drowned in ice-cold water. Gasping for air, she felt her body jerk back to life. “You bitch!” she screamed like a banshee.
    “Josie did warn you, Holls,” said Bernie, a satisfied look on her face.
    Gasping, she reasoned, “B-b-but, I didn’t think she meant it, and I didn’t believe