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"How much have you had to drink?"

Penelope flops into a chair. "Why does it matter?"

Kayla glares down at her, hands on her hips. "It matters because I don't want you to be hung over tomorrow, and I hate being around drunken people."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Lighten up and have some fun." She grabs Kayla's arms, tugging her hands off her hips and pulling her down onto her lap.

Kayla lets out a noise between a squeak and a shriek in surprise at suddenly falling onto another person. "What was that?"

"Me getting you to lighten up. Now chill. Just sit and watch." Penelope says, adjusting Kayla's weight until she's sitting comfortable on her lap.

"I will not chill. You promised me you wouldn't get drunk." Kayla wraps an arm around Penelope's neck for balance.

"What's the big deal? Half the people here are drunk too. And it's not like I'm that drunk. I'm barely even buzzed."

"The big deal is that they're not my girlfriend!"

"Did you hear that word? Girlfriend. It means that we're equals. You don't control me, Kayla!" Penelope all but shouts into Kayla's face.

"I'm not trying to control you. I'm trying to protect you." Kayla whimpers, tears building in her eyes.

"I don't need your protection. I'm not the weak one." That jibe hits home, causing the tears to start falling.

"Now you're fighting with me. This whole mess was your idea. I'm going to bed. Don't you dare join me!" Kayla tries to stand, only to be pulled back to Penelope's lap. "Let me go!" she tries pulling at the arms wrapped around her waist, but they hold fast and don't budge.

"Just hear me out?" Penelope asks, sobering up upon realizing that she crossed the line big time tonight.

"Fine. Three seconds." Kayla leans against the arm of the chair, trying to stop herself from crying in front of a room full of people.

"I didn't mean to get drunk."

"How do you accidentally get drunk?" Kayla exclaims, anger rising again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much I was drinking." Head bowed, voice full of regret, Penelope makes the perfect image of remorse.

"Fine. But no more."

"I promise." Penelope swears, full of sincerity.

"Pinky promise?"

They cross pinky fingers and bit their thumbs. Penelope releases her thumb and kisses Kayla's nose. "You're really this upset I got a little drunk at a party?" She gently wipes the tears off Kayla's cheeks.

"I'm upset you got drunk at all in front of me. I'm even more upset because you were supped to be the responsible one and because you got drunk I had to fill in for you." Kayla explains, settling into Penelope's comforting embrace. Her voice stays slightly unsettled, but her eyes cleared of tears as she rests her head against Penelope's shoulder, hiding her face in Penelope's hair so she won't smell the alcohol on her breath.