The party wound down in a haze of stumbling and giggles. The drunk friends filtered through the mansion's hallways, their laughter echoing off expensive walls.
Wilson led the procession, looking decidedly tipsy as he gestured grandly at doors. "Since you've all had soooo much to eat and drink tonight," he announced, swaying slightly, "now you need to sleeeeep." He dissolved into giggles.
The only one who seemed relatively sober was Chris. He'd spent most of the night talking to guests, nursing the same drink for hours. Jack also appeared fairly normal, having drunk purely from boredom but with practiced control.
Rachel was chill but funnily trying to support Noel's giant body, though it looked more like he was using her as a prop while pretending to need help.
Chris had his arm around Sky's waist, keeping him steady. Sky wasn't exactly completely drunk, but he'd definitely had more than usual, and his thoughts felt pleasantly fuzzy around the edges.
