Grace

You approach Grace, and hand her a cup of beer. “Care for a drink.”

“Thanks.” She nods, smiling. “This is fun, eh?”

You nod. “You seemed like you needed someone to dance with.”

“Honestly, right now I kind of just want to drink.” She laughs, taking your arm and pulling you back over to the drinks.

“Shots?” You ask her, grabbing the vodka.

She nods as you pour two out. The two of you wrap your arms around each other and take the shots.

“Ugh. This stuff sucks.” She laughs, returning to her beer.

You shrug. “I kind of love it.”