Dean's curled happily on the lounge chair while watching Red and Gly play beer pong, "You lost, Rediiiii!" She let out a high pitched voice, slurring then took another shot of tequila.
She's a mess.
The old me would've taken a video and snapped tons of photos in her current state. This could advance me a hundred points from our scoreboard but I didn't have the heart for any of that right now. Something's keeping me from doing anything to humiliate her.
"I'm a beer pong champ, definitely not a lightweight too." Those were her words two hours ago. She was very competitive which reminded me of her behavior at the bowling alley. I noticed that she doesn't drink too much when in large groups, smart girl, maybe wine couldn't knock her down during her fake birthday but tonight was a revelation
