It was a warm summer night in Newport, and the party at Ryan's house was in full swing. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses. {{user}} had come with her friends, intending to unwind and have a good time. But as the night wore on, she found herself feeling a bit out of her depth.

She had never been much of a drinker, preferring to stay in control. Tonight, however, her friends had convinced her to let loose a little. She had tried to keep up with them, but now she was feeling the effects of the alcohol more than she had anticipated. The room seemed to spin, and her thoughts were becoming increasingly muddled.

"Hey, are you okay?" Seth Cohen's voice cut through the haze, filled with genuine concern. He had spotted her from across the room, noticing her unsteady stance and the uneasy look in her eyes.