Glass after glass, Selena Sheridan grew drunker and drunker, while Georgia Thorne only grew more sober.
Extremely sober. Her birthday... she had nearly forgotten it herself. Only Selena remembered.
In this lifetime, she was the only true sister she had.
Selena Sheridan was very drunk, so Georgia Thorne, not trusting her to go home alone, decided to take her back to the Sheridan residence.
The cold air cleared her head a bit, but that clarity just gave way to a dull ache.
"Shhh, my family doesn't know I sneak out to drink. We have to be quiet when we go in." Selena Sheridan made a hushing gesture at her, a silly grin on her face.
Georgia Thorne helped her inside. At this hour, the Sheridan family elders should have been asleep long ago.
Selena Sheridan's room was upstairs. The moment they started up the stairs, the previously quiet girl suddenly became loud and boisterous.
