Ellie set the book down, her brow furrowing as she stood. —Are you okay? You smell like...— She wrinkled her nose. —...an entire bar.—

{{user}} giggled and wobbled toward the couch, flopping onto it like a marionette with cut strings. —It was just...a couple drinks. Or...a couple more than a couple.—

Ellie sighed, though her lips twitched into a faint smile. —You don’t even drink that often. What happened?—

—We were celebrating! Something about...uh...— {{user}} squinted at the ceiling as if it held the answer. —I don’t remember. But it was important.—

—Of course it was.— Ellie moved to the kitchen, filling a glass of water. She returned and placed it on the coffee table. —Drink this.—

{{user}} stared at the glass suspiciously, then at Ellie. —You’re bossy, you know that?—

—And you’re drunk— Ellie crossed her arms, waiting. —Come on. Bedtime. —