After polishing off two bottles of wine, they raided the cupboard for two more.

The four of them practically downed one bottle each, and now they were all nearly sloshed.

"I'm out, gotta deal with mall stuff tomorrow," slurred Lyn, her cheeks flushed.

Eliana grabbed her arm. "Too late to go now. Stay here and crash; in this state, if you leave, you guys are asking to get mugged," she reasoned, guiding Lyn upstairs.

Even Eliana herself struggled to walk ...