Jenna pressed her palm against her forehead and tightly shut her eyes. The room spun wildly around her, a dizzying effect of the tequila she had consumed. She attempted to steady herself, but her body felt heavy and uncoordinated. Her head slowly dropped onto the table, but before it could make contact, she managed to grip the edge and groggily pushed herself up.
"I'll j-just g-go to the rres-t-room," she slurred, her words barely comprehensible.
She received no response from Vanilla and Thena. Most likely, they were just as intoxicated as she was, given how still they remained, barely moving from their seats. With unsteady steps, Jenna made her way toward the restroom, bumping into a few people along the way, though she was too drunk to care. The world around her continued to spin, and
