Katrina swayed slightly on her feet, a soft giggle slipping past her lips as she clutched her glass with both hands like it might float away without her. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the alcohol she had, her eyes were glossy, and her lashes fluttered too slowly.
“I’m not drunk,” she declared, her words stretching lazily together as she leaned against the sofa, then slid down it a little before catching herself. “I’m just... very, very emotionally hydrated.”
Holly burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh. You become even cuter when drunk,” she said.
Katrina pointed at her, missing by a good few inches. “You’re very loud. I like you, can I adopt you?” she blinked. She then promptly leaned into Ray’s shoulder, looping her arm around him like a koala.
Ray froze, panicked, and slowly took her a
