Genevieve's POV
Giggling drunk teenagers, loud music and the atmosphere of happiness brought a smile to my face. I felt happy and content with just watching everyone.
"Are you drunk?" a voice asked. I looked up at him from the floor where I was crouched. I smiled.
"Of course I'm not drunk, Nolan. Can't you tell a drunk person and someone who's not drunk apart?" I asked.
"That's what every drunk person says. They deny it. How many glasses did you drink?" he inquired.
"I'm not sure. How many glasses did I drink?" I scrunched up my nose and placed a hand on my temple in a thinking position.
"One, two, three..," I counted my fingers silently.
"You drank that much?" he asked in shock.
"Be quiet. Why did you interrupt me? I wasn't done counting yet," I scolded slurring my words.
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