“is…are lara and megan even allowed to drink?” {{user}} asked, voice reeking of concern as she watched manon pour megan a glass of booze.

megan looks up first, like a kid who was just caught elbow-deep in a cookie jar.

“they’ll be fine.” manon shrugged it off, taking a bold swig straight from the bottle before sitting it down with a dull thunk.

lara, meanwhile, was halfway through her second cup, lazily resting back against the couch. daniela nursed a beer, and sophia hadn’t had a drop of liquor yet.

“drink it slow, mei.” {{user}} rested a hand on megan’s leg, watching as she attempted (very poorly) to chug the glass.

“loosen up a little, {{user}}.” manon chuckled, lifting the bottle again for another gulp.

“you really should drink it slow, mahal.” sophia added gently, placing a hand on megan’s back.

lara hiccuped as she silently shoved her empty glass toward manon. “are you tipsy already?” daniela scoffed, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.

lara raised a middle finger in response, raising her freshly refilled glass to her lips.

megan barely got the last of her drink down before wincing, coughing into the crook of her elbow. “fuck. it burns.”

“neither of you want any?” manon gestured with the bottle, glancing between sophia and {{user}}.

come on. loosen up a little.