“Give it back.”




Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

“You don’t have to be drunk to be fun, Tony.”

“Oh I’m aware. But I don’t see why we should stay sober when there’s perfectly good alcohol available.”  

“Oh, /fine/,” Summer pouted, and tossed the ice cream back. “You get drunk-er, and I will stay sober. I don’t understand you people, honestly.” She flopped out on the floor.