It wasn't long before Cho had one last drink in her hand. She didn't drink often, but when she did Chang made it worth the hangover the next day. Knowing that it would be in poor taste to take the glass with her, Cho slammed the drink down her throat before standing, or rather teetering.
"I want to cuddle all night with no expectation," she laughed and reached for Angelina because not to would mean falling down. “Do you think that would be alright with Sam?” Unfortunately she missed the mark and stumbled backwards into the bloke from earlier who’d made his way their direction again. She turned and waggled her finger in his face. “No, no, you aren’t Sam.”