ISABELLA
I watched from my armchair as Christian stumbled through the door, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. His eyes were glazed over and his words were slurred, clear signs that he had had way too much to drink. I sighed inwardly, both worried and frustrated. I knew he had gone out with Daniel, but I had expected him to be more responsible. As he tried to make his way over to the couch, he tripped over his own feet and would have fallen if I hadn't rushed over to catch him. "Christian," I said, my voice a mixture of concern and irritation, "you're completely shitfaced.”
Christian opened his mouth to respond, but his words came out as a slurred and unintelligible jumble. He tried to stand up straight, but his legs wobbled and he nearly fell over. I steadied him with my hands, t
