“It’s not like you wouldn’t survive. You’re not fragile.” But she couldn’t imagine it would be a fun time. She squirmed the collar out of Eulalia’s grasp and went to get herself a drink. “My chunk of the family doesn’t exactly hang around everyone else, so no. But my point is more that you’re being too optimistic.”
“You know, I could always get Cam to fuck with your brain chemistry, but it’s more fun this way,” she mused, mostly to herself than anything. With a loud and pointed sigh, she moved forward and took the bottle away from Casey. “No, not letting you be drunk around me. I like you better sober.”