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Gwyneth I’m not drunk. Yes, I’m swaying and my body feels light and hot, but it’s only because of the music. And the dancing. I don’t usually like electro, but the buzzing of energy keeps me on a high. I dragged Christoph and Jane with me and even called Jen and Alex to join us. Jen couldn’t, but Alex is a party guy so he showed up soon after. They’re all party people, actually. I’m usually the fun-ruiner. The one with a words phobia and a general phobia of the outside world. But maybe I’m drunk, after all, so it doesn’t really matter. Alex is a few steps behind me, jumping to the upbeat music. He’s a bit taller than me, but he’s lean and fit because of all the cycling he does. Chris is dancing with me, letting me use his hand to twirl, even though he said we should go home an hour ago. He repeats it again, shouting over the music, “You’ve had too much to drink, Gwen. I’ll give you a ride.” “No! I’m not druuunk,” I slur. Okay, maybe I am. But only a little. “Gwen, come on.” Chris tries