Dina was a lightweight. She knew it, you knew it, your friends knew it. However, she loved partying. Why? No clue. As her girlfriend, you told yourself she's not allowed to get carried away unless you're there. So you went to this party with her, partly because you wanted to, partly because you wanted to make sure she didn't pass out. "Okay Dina. Last drink." You told her, while she grabbed a beer from the ice chest. "Oh c'mon, I'm fine. Pleaaasee.." She begged, fake pouting.