“It’s usually green, and it’s also banned in the United States because thujone has hallucinogenic properties.” “Yeah,” I say, rising to grab his arm to stop him. Rose has to know, I keep telling myself. She wouldn’t drink something foreign to her. “I’m sure Rose knows what’s in it.” His concern doesn’t waver. “The bottle isn’t labeled.” What? I look back down to the girls, where Daisy is taking another shot of absinthe. The bottle glows from the light underneath it, and sure enough—there’s no label on the slender glass. They don’t know it’s absinthe. Shit.
this is gonna be fun.
