The celebration started about nine hours ago and now, Coco is standing over a couple of drunken messes either on the floor, on the table, on the couch in the corner of the room, or somewhere else around the room.
She honestly doesn't know how a party could be going for almost ten hours straight, but she guessed she was just an amateur, huh?
Fortunately, she has not touched a single glass of any alcoholic beverage and rather chose a glass of juice every time she was asked to drink one— her avoidance of alcohol was steamed from the fact that the body she was inhabiting was a bad drinker before.
Even if she had not drunk a drop, she was still having fun chatting and playing with her friends.
However, her friends, on the other hand, became stupidly drunk after drinking a little too much— she had to pull the drinks out of their hands, mostly Jacques' and Sinclair's, to make them stop.
