"I always give you chances," she said, blearily. "I love you, Roger. It hasn't stopped after four years. I doubt it's going to stop anytime soon." Though, really? Lisa was right. She had to stop putting up with his shit and she hoped this was the one thing that would help that.
Mandy felt sick to her stomach. She, apparently, could not hold her liquor. At all. When he brought her hand up to his chest, she stared at him, bleary eyed before she dropped her hand, turned around and threw up over the side of the railing. "Oh Merlin," she muttered, feeling awful. She'd never had that much to drink that fast and she was starting to remember why she didn't do this stuff. She hadn't even planned on drinking but she'd been so bloody nervous and Gavin was driving her crazy and she wanted to smack the smirk off of Will's face that she'd just given in and taken a shot. Sagging against Roger, she swallowed, feeling ill. "Why do you like this?" she asked, flabbergasted. "It's awful."
Steadying herself, she looked around, glad no one seemed to be watching, except Eloise Midgen. Mandy gave her a small wave and Eloise returned it. "I need a shower," she said, slurring a bit. She wasn't even sure how she managed it but she wandered back inside, through the kitchen this time, and up the back stairs, not really wanting to encounter anyone. Roger followed behind her, keeping her close and as they made it to his room, she stripped off her dress, tossing it on the bed, heading to the loo in her knickers, bra and boots. She'd figure out how to get those off once she was in there.