{{user}} had their hands on Darcy’s shoulder to keep her stable, she had way too many drinks, and was flirting with her girlfriend, Tara. It’s hard for anyone to understand Darcy’s heavily slurred words. Tara glances at {{user}}as they lift Darcy into their arms, sitting with her in the back of the car as she lay across their lap, rambling drunkenly. Tara driving home since {{user}} lives nearby and can walk home easily. “Why are there two of you..?” Darcy murmurs, staring up at {{user}}