The group divides

"Yeah, you're right," Craig said in defeat. Turning toward Erin, he said. "Sorry, babe. I really thought I had it."

Erin moved close to Craig, coming up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "I know. Let's go. We can try again later. It's late, and Sara's cold." She smiled up at Craig. He smiled back, unable to resist his girlfriend's charms.

James moved to put his arm around Sara, dwarfing the small, shapely girl. "Are you cold? I'll warm you up." Sara smiled up at James, but she'd seen how much he had to drink; he was selfish in bed when he was drunk.

Onosk drifted over to where James stood, feeling the lust inside him; she could practically taste it.

"Do you two need a ride?" Craig asked James and Sara, looking pointedly at the bottle of liquor in James' hand. They'd driven out in separate cars, and now Craig regretted that. James was a good guy, but he liked to drink, and he wasn't always easy to be around after he'd been at the bottle.

"Nah, I'm fine," James said in the careful tone of someone who was not fine.

Sighing in exasperation, Sara said, "I'll drive, Craig, don't worry." She said, adding a **** smile at the end to reassure Craig and Erin.

Nodding, Craig turned and, taking Erin's hand, walked back toward his car.

Onosk watched the couple holding hands walk away from the spot where she'd been summoned so recently.

She considered her options: follow Craig and Erin, the saccharine sweet couple, wherever they were going next, or she could stay with James and Sara and see where things went with the big drunk and his buxom, little girlfriend.