Another round

The next round comes and goes, and the effects start to show.

Ashley seems mostly fine, tipsy certainly, but not outright drunk. Charlie is a bit worse off, but mostly just seems more rowdy than anything. Sam on the other hand looks like she's seen better days, her small frame not doing her any favors.

Ethan is doing better than all three of them, but his **** tolerance is being tested.

"One more?!" Charlie gives Sam a thumbs up.

"Noooo," Sam slumps in her seat. "No more..."

Ashley gives Charlie a look, then turns to Sam. "I think you two should both pack it in..."

"One more!"

"Noooo!"

Ethan smacks his lips. He doesn't think more is a great idea.

"Hey, City-boy," Charlie waves to Ethan, "One more?"

Before Ethan can answer, Sam claps a hand over his mouth, the small thing barely getting the job done. "Ashy! Make her stop!"

"Alright..." Ashley pulls herself to her feet, wobbling slightly. "That's enough."

"Laaaame," Charlie slumps her head back, "She's not even the one who operates heavy machinery..."

Ashley sighs, giving Ethan a look. "How drunk are you"

"Uh," Ethan moves Sam's hand and clears his throat, "Not very?"

Looking between Sam and Charlie, Ashley sighs, "I think they might both need help getting hom-"

"Ethan can walk me!" Charlie perks up, sitting straight. "While you take walk with Sam. Ethan can walk me."

"Pft," Sam blows a raspberry. "You and Ashy are going to the same place, dumbass. Ethan should walk me home, otherwise Ashy will be walking till.... uh... late."

Charlie's jaw slacks slightly. "Fuck you! She can just crash at your place."

"Ugh," Sam rolls her eyes, "Ashy, what do you want to do..."

"Honestly..." Ashley shrugs, "I don't give a fuck."

"Ethan?" Sam gives you a look, her blue eyes boring a hole into you. "What do you want to do?"