“This is my last one, I swear.” Jenna huffed, before downing another shot, the ding of the glass when it hit the bar table ringing in the room. “You said that two shots ago. We have to film tomorrow, Jenna.” {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed, crossing her arms.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not a lightweight.” Jenna shrugged, leaning her head on her fist. “Another shot of vodka.” She asked the bartender. “This is a bad idea. You’re gonna have a terrible hangover.” {{user}} continued to warn Jenna, but as expected,

She didn’t listen. “Stop worrying!” She chuckled, downing the shot she asked for after. “I told you, {{user}} I’ll be fine.”