“I am going for a happy hour with P, I will likely be late”
“OK, have fun!” I replied and she replied back with a few emoticons.
P, short for Penelope was her best friend from college who was back in town for work, I knew that they had gotten up to no good during their younger years and I expected them to get trashed that night.
I didn’t hear from her until around 11 pm when she opened the front door. She was visibly drunk, bloodshot eyes, slurred speech, uncoordinated.
I asked her how her night was, “Great we partied hard and met the owners of a studio, they were very friendly and we got very drunk… can I have water?” She replied as she sat on the floor resting her back on the sofa.