It'd been a long night. Alanna and Shawn went to some house party where it seemed like the beers never stopped flowing, and Alanna took full advantage of that. She lost count after her eighth beer, but she wan't going to stop until the party ended, even if that meant getting shitfaced beyond belief. When they walked through the door, Alanna undid the buckle on her pumps and slid them off her feet, immediately shrinking down three inches and feeling relief on every inch of her feet. "Hey Shawn, didn't you have plans with your girlfriend tonight?" Alanna asked, walking over to the couch and plopping down. "Or did she blow you off again like she always does?" She cocked her head. Alanna and Shawn's girlfriend have never gotten along, she just doesn't think she's a good match for Shawn. It was the liquid courage going to her head, she never would have been this rude about it if she was sober.