[You know who else is plastered by the end of the night? Ryan. They probably danced together a few times, both eager to get out there and party, but now? He's a few seats away from her at the bar, head propped up heavily in his hand and leaning more than he probably should be. He overhears her and he laughs at her hard enough that it comes out as a high pitched wheeze.]
You-- You're soooo not! You're not good!
[Neither is he, but that's not important right now. He's busy giggling over someone else getting as messed up as him.]
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You-- You're soooo not! You're not good!
[Neither is he, but that's not important right now. He's busy giggling over someone else getting as messed up as him.]