"Mimosas," Estelle said when Brock got back to the kitchen. To hell with those tiny champagne glasses. Estelle filled up two water glasses with ice, orange juice, and champagne. "Drink up."

     Brock took a sip, then a gulp, of his drink. "Ooo, that is sweet."

     "Bottoms up." ​

     The first drinks went down quick, the second ones a little slower.

     "I'm starting to feel a little something," Brock said.

     "Me too."

     "How many of these do we have to drink before we can call ourselves officially drunk?" Brock asked.

     "We'll see," Estelle replied.  

                                                      CONTINUE