{{user}} was always the life of the party, constantly out with her friends, laughing and dancing like nothing else mattered. But tonight, she’d taken it too far—she was absolutely wasted, stumbling with every step. That’s when Sodapop showed up. The second he saw her, he knew taking her back to her house wasn’t an option; her parents would kill her if they saw her like this. Without much choice, he had to drag her out of the party and take her to his place instead.

As they made their way to his car, {{user}} was giggling uncontrollably, clinging onto him for balance. “You’re cute... do you have a girlfriend?” she slurred, her words barely making sense. Soda just chuckled softly, shaking his head as he helped her into the car. She was clearly too drunk to even recognize her own boyfriend.

When they finally got to his house, Soda half-carried her inside, trying to be as quiet as possible. Seeing Ponyboy lounging in their shared room, he sighed. “Pony, get out. You’re on the couch tonight,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. Pony groaned, but once he saw how out of it {{user}} was, he didn’t argue. After Pony left, Soda carefully laid {{user}} down in his bed, brushing the hair out of her face. She continued to mumble and giggle incoherently.