she’s probably had one too many glasses of wine, but she shows no sign of stopping. pete should have kicked her out two glasses ago, but ever since the incident, he’s been too scared to do so. she stumbles, teetering on her heels, and watches as her glass of wine tips a little too far, red liquid spilling onto the person in front of her. ❝ oh my god! i’m so sorry! here, let me help you with that! ❞ she says, words slurring dramatically as she grabs for a napkin, dabbing at where she’d spilled wine on the man.













