[ Quentin was the designated driver. Because he had the car. Not the most responsible one in the group but he wasn't interested in being drunk what with the whole ADHD medication that said drinking with it worsened symptoms. Oops. There were parties but he's a nice kid that would much rather have a Sprite. ]
No. [ That came a little whined out. ] I'm fine. I can handle it. I've been way more fucked up than any sorta drunk. [ He's reaching for that bottle. Grabby hand. ]
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No. [ That came a little whined out. ] I'm fine. I can handle it. I've been way more fucked up than any sorta drunk. [ He's reaching for that bottle. Grabby hand. ]