You, Sodapop, and the other greasers had all gone out to party. Dallas and Two-Bit had basically nursed drinks into you all night long, even though you weren't normally someone who drank. They had already gotten almost five drinks in you before Sodapop pulled you away.

"Are you alright, Y/N? Do you feel okay?" Sodapop asked with a concerned tone, holding you against his chest so you didn't tumble over.