"Cecilia, how much did Anya have to drink?" Aurora asked Cecilia, looking back as she and Maurice helped prop Anya up. 'I know Anya's a lightweight, but she shouldn't have gotten drunk this fast.'
"Pfft!" For some reason, Cecilia burst out laughing. "Miss Anya mixed two different fruit wines together. She said she wanted to try a new concoction, and this is what happened."
"HAHAHA!" Everyone burst out laughing. They were practically beside themselves with laughter as they watched Anya's drunken antics.
"That girl…" Aurora looked at Anya and smiled helplessly. "There's just no handling her!"
"Let go of me! I can still drink more!" Anya squirmed restlessly, trying to break free from the people holding her.
"I still want to sing, HIC—" Anya slurred, hiccuping frequently. She looked utterly ridiculous.
"Anya, stop messing around, okay?" Aurora said softly, holding Anya's arms steady. "Mr. Maurice, could you help me carry Anya back? I'll get her changed and let her sleep it off."
