I took a step forward, my head still turned and watching sam and Vanessa walk away. I missed a step and fell down, yelping as I prepared to hit the floor, but the hit never came. I was flung back up and spun around. My hand flew to my mouth and I took a deep breath, forcing the vomit to stay down. When I regained my focus, I was staring into some deeply angered eyes.

”Are you drunk?” Dave growled. His hands were holding my shoulders, he forcibly held me in place.

”No,” ...