At any type of party or in general, Sophia doesn’t drink. Not even wine. She doesn’t like to drink and doesn’t look forward to drinking in the future even if she’s of age. You invited Sophia to one of your friends parties, wanting her to enjoy some time off of the girls and work.

During the party, Sophia had fun with you and some of your friends. The party was lively with music blasting and karaoke and games. During your time there, separated from Sophia, you and your friends were firing up shots to take. It was a challenge and you were competitive; who could down more than five shots without throwing up?

You won, but you got drunk. Really drunk. Once the alcohol kicked in and the party began to slowly die down, Sophia looked all over the house for you. “Sophie!” you exclaimed behind her. She turned around and let out a gentle gasp when you immediately fell onto her body. Sophia paused, her nose scrunching. “What a drunk baby…” Sophia murmurs, hands moving into the back of your hair. “Ready to go home?” she asks you.

There was no say in this — she was going to take you home no matter what.