A/N: Listened to a LOT of Lana and Lorde for this one
I have seen Caitlin completely intoxicated three other times in my life.
The first time was the worst time—our first time, specifically, on the fourth of July, in the middle of a family reunion-drinking fest. My uncle (the father of cousin Ed, if you can believe it) was smashed when he called Caitlin and I over to him. “Don’t tell your mom,” he said, slipping us two flasks filled with Jack Daniels. “And happy birthday or something.” I was eleven and she was fourteen. We had celebrated our birthdays months before. But who doesn’t like gifts?