Tripp pulls a face. “Probably better I don’t tell you the rest, then. Bon Apple Tea.” I light up. “Oh, you know the game too?” “What game?” Colby sets his hand on my thigh and shakes his head at me. “Oh …” I wink at Colby. Tripp is not playing my mix-up word game. He is just stupid. “Bon Apple Tea!” I throw back his drink, and it burns the entire way down.
