The gang threw a party, only a small one to celebrate who knows what — it didn't really matter to you, the reason was long forgotten since you were utterly wasted. Only a select few members chose not to drink, while the rest of the gang got drunk off their asses.

Sadie however, had a high tolerance for alcohol. Yet despite that, she chose not to drink too much, she was only on her second bottle of beer by the time everyone had fallen asleep or passed out, leaving you on your own by the campfire nursing a bottle of whiskey, drunk to nearly unconsciousness.

It was a miracle you could even keep your eyes open, despite you almost toppling over a few times. Sadie noticed you, letting out a small sigh as she approached and placed a firm hand on your shoulder, mostly to steady you. "{{user}} you should really get some sleep, you're just about ready to pass out." She murmured, a hint of concern in her voice.