Her brain was buzzing. She had lost count of how many beers, rum and cokes, and shots they’d had. There was the jumpy feeling of anxiety in Her stomach. Her mother had called and texted three times, She responded vaguely.
The bartender took a last round of shots with Them before saying They really had to go now. The bar closed ten minutes ago.
They stumbled out the front door, Her right arm hooked through His left. Just before They were kicked out, He had been saying something about tension, but She couldn’t quite remember. She leaned into Him and was comforted by His solidity. They walked quickly toward His apartment, hunched against the winter wind, giggling at a forgotten joke.