Cutting off

Knowing all too well where this leads Alex peels off citing the age old excuse of needing fresh air. Not completely false as the first drink was hitting him harder then he expected. Pushing out if the crowded party onto the back deck he breaths a long sigh of relief, taking in a cool night breeze.

Barreled over the banister, wishing his head would stop spinning, Alex hears a soft voice echo to him followed by even softer hand on his back bringing him back from the brink of sick.

"You alright?" All he can muster to respond is a nod. She follows up with a stifled giggle. "Went over your limit didn't you? Here drink this, it'll help."

Alex's right hand is lifted off the deck banister and a cool glass is placed in it. A the soft hand over his takes the glass and rises it to his lips where the cool liquid finds its way down his throat. His head stops spinning and the refreshing liquid calms his stomach. Letting out a satisfied breath into the cold air he finds his words.

"Ahh wow I needed that apperitly. Thank you"