Powder wasn't much of a drinker

She didn't like the taste, didn't like the effect it caused, and definitely didn't like how fast she could lose control, so she always stayed away from it at parties; or at least she tried her best. Three drinks in—drinks she bought to 'not feel left out'—and she was already a mess; hands reaching out for every inch of your skin they had access to, cheek squished against your shoulder, mumbled nonsense leaving her pink lips.

Thankfully, you were taking pretty good care of her; not letting her stand up from the chair she was sitting in until she sobered up—which didn't seem to be happening soon—.

"You're so—... so pretty..." She whispered into your ear before giggling softly, manicured hand resting on your thigh—her long fingers sliding up and down the bare skin revealed by your shorts. "Wanna marry you one of these days, y'know?" She then asked you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.