She hadn’t meant to get so drunk. Or maybe Betty had. In this state it was hard to tell left from right, let alone what she did and didn’t want to do.
The ground below Betty swayed like the rocking sea as she was plucked up as though she was WEIGHTLESS, which she definitely was not. Too drunk to be insecure, she frowned, the alcohol taking her back to days when she’d want to pout and pout whenever she didn’t get what she wanted. She’d been a GOOD GIRL growing up; now it was time to redo things. She glared at reggie, the effect dulled by her eyes’ continuous efforts to dart away, catch another glimpse of Archie and Veronica.
“ I’m fiiiiine. ” she said, in that way all drunk people spoke when their tongues stopped working like proper tongues, fine sounding a whole lot more like find than fine.
Then, just like that, suddenly, she was in her room. She paused, with a face of concentration, to consider the passage of time. When that flopped, she reached for her stuffed penguin. She held him close to her chest, squeezing him tight. Inexplicably, her cheeks were damp. It was weird. “ Wait, ” she pleaded to the shadows of her room. Extended a hand. “ Can you - will you, I mean, is it okay if you just… stay? a bit? I don’t want to be alone… I’m shcared of the dark. Don’t tell anyone.”
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