"Did you see poor uncle Rick's face when Mrs Mulligan planted that slobbery kiss on his lips," I giggle, giddy from the few glasses of champagne at the annual New Year Eve's party. I'm only going to turn nineteen in a few weeks, but my parents allow me a few drinks here and there at the lavish parties we attend and often also throw. They trust me to be smart and they know I would never get shit-faced in front of them and all the important guests.