Stellar Dome buzzed with warmth and laughter, the kind that came from excessive amounts of alcoholic drinks. Neville blinked slowly, trying to focus on the table full of empty glasses.
When had they finished that? And the bottle before it?
"Another round!" Sarah's voice rang out, letting her hair fall in messy waves around her flushed face.
Iris snorted, her hair slightly messed up. "You can't even sit straight, Gringer."
"Can too!" Sarah attempted to demonstrate by sitting up, only to overcorrect and nearly topple sideways. Her chair scraped against the floor with an awful screech.
Bryan caught her with one hand. "Sit down before you break something. Preferably not yourself."
"It's getting late. We should call it a night." Grayson calmly said.
Neville squinted at Grayson across the table, albeit a little unstable. It seemed that this man had barely drunk any alcohol tonight.
"Neville?"
He jerked at the sound of his name. "Hmm?"
