[ Dana voices this point with only a mild amount of squinting, not totally convinced that she's seeing things — she's drunk, after all, not high, even though she's really perturbed by the fact that she's pretty sure she's only had about two of these things, which in any normal instance would not be enough to render her this shit-faced and yet she's stumbling around like a freshman at a frat party.
She takes the drink offered to her, scrutinizing it with a small scrunching of her nose; she might be drunk, but she's not so far gone that she's not going to question a drink randomly handed to her by some handsome guy. ]
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[ Dana voices this point with only a mild amount of squinting, not totally convinced that she's seeing things — she's drunk, after all, not high, even though she's really perturbed by the fact that she's pretty sure she's only had about two of these things, which in any normal instance would not be enough to render her this shit-faced and yet she's stumbling around like a freshman at a frat party.
She takes the drink offered to her, scrutinizing it with a small scrunching of her nose; she might be drunk, but she's not so far gone that she's not going to question a drink randomly handed to her by some handsome guy. ]
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