There's something about dancing getting the blood pumping, that really activates the alcohol. Soon I'm more drunk than ever, kind of banging into Rusty and Jake. Elise is dancing with Greg and Mitch, and I wonder fleetingly who the losers of the night are going to be, because I don't plan on going home with any of these guys.

After a few songs, though, it's clear who the winners are — Greg leaves and so does Rusty. Mitch and Jake are at the bar, getting drinks for us.

"Water!" I call over to them, planning on sobering up rapidly.

When they come back, though, it's a water for me and a cocktail for Elise, who's still drinking. She's switched from wine to some kind of mixed drink, and is sucking it down like soda.

"How late are you planni...

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