"How many drinks have I had exactly?" Lee-Anne slurred, clinging to me after Maggie dropped us off at her place. "Well, let's check. Are we at the right house?" I asked testing her by looking around. "I'm pretty sure Maggie knows by now where I live." She responded with a snort making me snicker as I helped her up the stairs.
"Your brain cells are functioning pretty well for someone who had over 50 drinks." I teased. "Do you still remember Charlie?" She asked while digging for her keys in her purse while they were dangling from her finger. "You mean the guy you were crushing on back in high school?" I asked gesturing to her keys.
"He was so gorgeous." She mumbled turning her attention to the front door. "He was a troublemaker who almost got you grounded for life because he offered you a
