Kieri barely noticed the encounter between Oran and Mark, she was to busy trying to latch on to her consciousness, which was quickly escaping her as she downed another can of beer.
She liked it, not having to worry about impressing her new friends, the alcohol could do that for her. At the same time, she hated herself. Without anyone saying a word, she'd been pressured into trying something dangerous simply because she wanted to be cool, she wanted her friends to think that she was fearless and exciting. Deep inside, she knew that these people would understand her pledge to be sober her whole life, (especially with addiction running in her family) that they wouldn't have cared whether she took a can of beer, a blood pouch, or brought liquefied rainbow juice, but somehow her mind kept replacing them with her past,
Where she was forced to do things..
Her trust issues had overcome her, and she made a horrible choice.
Kieri let out a quick sob, and fell asleep half covered in the soft blanket, half covered in her fake 'coolness'