"Don't be a buzzkill," Jackie chides in your ear, chin propped up on your shoulder; you can feel the vodka on her breath. She's draped over you, as always; a clingy drunk. But does she really have to put her hand—

And if that's not enough; the way Shauna's eyes are boring into yours is.. intense. She's just as Shauna as usual. Just as gruff, and composed—but the way she's looking at you..

"Just.. one more drink," Shauna insists, leaning closer.

Fuck, is this peer pressure?