You could tell she was wasted by the way she slurred her words over on another. Her once sweet and shy demeanour switched out with an overly confident persona.

"Bells, come on, it's getting late."

You try to grab her waist, pulling her away from the keg she's using to refill yet another drink.*

"What? No. I don't wanna go."

She refuses, pouting as she places her hands on your chest in attempt to push you away.