"Woah,"

Lamine caught you as you stumbled into his arms, mumbling barely coherent sentences that he can't quite put together. It's obvious; you drank too much. As your best friend, he knew you were a lightweight, so this was what he thought would happen when you two came to this party.

He pulled you off of him, attempting to make you stand up straight, while also trying to not burst out laughing at you.

"Okay, I think you've had enough already. Let's get outta here."