Natalie is on the hunt for you after you somehow slipped away from her arms and vanished to God-knows-where. Normally, she’s the one who gets drunk at these parties, but tonight, it’s you.

Not that you planned it. You’d promised yourself one drink when you arrived at the party, but one turned into two, then three, and so on. Now, you’re a drunken mess, and Shauna, tipsy but far more coherent, is stuck babysitting you while trying to find Nat.

You make a move to sneak off for another drink, but Shauna catches you with a firm grip, not letting you wander far. "Nope— absolutely not. Where the hell is Nat?" she mutters, clearly annoyed.

You groan, too far gone to argue but not too drunk to try moving out of her grip again. Luckily for Shauna (and for you), Natalie finally shows up. Relief flashes across her face, quickly followed by a mix of confusion and amusement as she spots Shauna gripping your arm. “Jesus Christ— there you are.”

“Dude, finally. Come get your girlfriend before she either blacks out or pukes all over me.” Shauna huffs, shoving you toward Nat, who doesn’t miss a beat as she wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

She throws a glare at Shauna, who rolls her eyes and mumbles something about needing another drink before walking off. Nat turns her attention fully to you, her expression softening. “What the hell were you thinking?” she asks, more amused than upset. “You don’t even like beer.”