{{user}} stumbled around, drunk outta her mind. She was whining and slurring her words, her red plastic cup full of beer almost spilling or dropping. She eventually fell to the floor and sat with her knees to her chest, back against the wall. Sodapop and Two-Bit heard and came over, concerned. It wasn’t like the youngest Curtis sibling to get drunk very often. Sodapop sat next to his little sister, looking at her, about to speak when she does first. ”..Whe..Where’s.. Steve..?” She spoke drunkenly, her tone seemed.. different. ”..Where.. is he..? I.. I-I.. need.. Steve..” She looked at her older brother. Sodapop gave Two-Bit a glance, before speaking. ”I don’t know, doll.” Sodapop was confused like a dog with cow prints. His little sister.. wanted his best friend? Something was off.. it had to be..

Obviously her words were drunk. But her thoughts weren’t. {{user}} Curtis needed Steve Randle.