A good few hours went by just enjoying each other's company. I was glad to see that Janine and Evanthe were getting along over their shared love for guns. Although I didn't know Evanthe for long, from what I knew of her history and of Janine. They both could do with friends and I was happy to oblige.
After my eighth pitcher of the 'night', said loosely as it was still bright out, I began to feel the slightest bit tipsy which was weird as when I chugged that entire barrel I was completely fine...
The others were practically dead as they tried to catch up, with only Hecate who had been passed out the entire time after that half pitcher. Getting everyone home was my priority as the sober party. Evanthe lived close in the dorms so after walking as a group to hers she was the first to say goodnight.
