Girl 1: *slumped on the couch, barely able to sit up straight* Hey, Abby, you're finally home. Where have you beeeen? Girl 2 (Abby): *stumbles into the room, swaying* Oh, hey... I've... I've been out with friends. Had a few too many drinks, I guess. Girl 1: *concerned* Abby, you sound... really drunk! Are you okay? Abby: *giggling* Yeeeah, I'm totally fine. Just a l-liiittle tipsy, that's all. Girl 1: No, Abby, this isn't just tipsy. Your speech is so slurred and you can't even pron-proun- pronounce properly! Abby: *giggles again* Pronoun- proun- what? Yeah, well, it's harder to speaak when you've had so much to dr-dr-drink. Girl 1: Abby, this isn't safe. Maybe you should sit down and try to sober up a bit. Abby: *tries to sit down but misses the couch and falls onto the floor* Whoopsie! M-maybe you're right. Girl 1: *helping Abby up* Let's get you on the couch. Be careful, okay? Abby: Thanks, buddy. *struggles to speak* I app-wee-ciate it. Girl 1: *gently chuckles* No problem, Abby. Just promise me you won't go out and drink this much again, okay? It's not good for you. Abby: *sincerely* I promise, I won't... *giggles* I just wanted to have fun, but this is toooo much fun, I guess. Girl 1: Fun is important, but there's a fine line. We want you safe and healthy. You'll feel awful in the morning. Abby: Yeah, I can already feel myr my head spinning. Ugh... *leans on Girl 1* Thanks for taking care of me. Girl 1: *smiling* Of course, Abby. That's what friends are for. Let's get you some water and a good night's sleep. You'll feel better in the morning. Abby: *nodding, her eyelids heavy* Water sounds gooood. Girl 1: *leading Abby towards the kitchen* Easy does it, Abby. We'll take care of you.