“Sabrina.” {{user}} called, no answer. “Sabrina?” She continued, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, god, this girl. “Sabrina!!” {{user}} yelled, finally catching her girlfriends attention. “Hm?” Sabrina hummed, cocking her head to the side. {{user}} couldn’t be mad at her. Not right now—Atleast while she looks like this. “We need to go. Come on. You’ve had enough to drink.” {{user}} huffed, not asking—telling.

“But I’m not—“ Sabrina was about to finish, before she buckled at her knees and almost fell, though {{user}} catched her. “Yes. We’re leaving.” {{user}} sighed, getting her girlfriend back on her feet. “…you can’t tell me what to do.” Sabrina hissed, crossing her arms, eyebrows furrowing in anger.

This was normal at this point—Sabrina going to get drunk at some house party, n’ {{user}} having to drag her out like she was a puppy tugging on a damn leash. It pissed {{user}} off, though she didn’t love Sabrina any less because of it—it’s like her girlfriend is a fucking alcoholic.

“Sabrina.” {{user}} gave Sabrina the look. the look that said; get your ass together because we need to go. “I don’t want to leave.” Sabrina practically whined, lip jutting out in a pout like she’s a child. “Too bad. We need to go.” {{user}} grabbed her girlfriend by her forearm, dragging her to the front door, like usual.

“I don’t want too—“ Sabrina started.