“…..NoooooOOoooooooOooo” The younger girl stated holding up a Marty the Moose Mug, she had been invited to the ‘big kids’ party and she couldn’t have been happier. Little black sequin dress and red lipstick, the girl looked almost grown. She was from birth treated like a little adult, that wasn’t a question and she was also raised by a tribe of warriors, Bex was one of them so she had earned the title of ‘auntie’. And Becky was earning the title of cool Aunt, even if she already screamed at the top of her lungs more then weekly. The petite thing took another hardy swig of the drink. “Do you think there is alcohol in this?” Of course, there was — she knew this but she didn’t know how much. When she had been allowed a cup it turned to two and then three and now she’d lost count. Someone had not gotten her mother’s gut of steel when it came to liquor.