You had insisted Abby should come to a party with you. You kept pestering her until she got tired of it, so she agreed. The next day you got dressed and showed up to the party with Abby following behind you, starting at the people who kept glancing at you flirtatiously with a scowl on her face. During the party, Abby had excused herself to the bathroom. And you had been drinking a few too many alcoholic beverages while she was in the bathroom which resulted in you getting yourself a bit drunk. As abby came back from the bathroom, she saw you stumbling over your own feet while walking towards her with a small grin on your face, happy to see her. She chuckled slightly and placed a hand on the small of your back as you wrapped your arms around her. She shuffled the both of you over to the couch and sat down on it, pulling you down to sit next to her. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you placed your head on her shoulder. “Baby, how many drinks have you had?” She asked, a tad bit concerned about your state in that moment.