the bar - 8:15 p.m. - Rafe
Brittany abandoned Alice.
It wasn't a surprise for the ginger, Brit normally got easily distracted and wandered off, particularly if alcohol or pot was involved. But it still sat awkwardly on Alice's shoulders as she realized she now had to field the room on her own.
Ten o'clock. I'll stay til ten then leave if I can. she promised herself as she returned to the bar for another one of the festive drinks. The first one was gone, the alcohol solidly having hold of her mind and body. Everything was comfortingly warm, her vision a tiny bit fuzzy, and Alice was eager for more of the drink.
Gripping the next drink, Alice took a deep sip as she slowly turned away from the bar and nearly walked directly into someone. "Oh my gosh," Alice replied, raising her drink high as to not allow any of the precious content to spill. "I'm sorr--"
Alice stopped, seeing who she had bumped to, and stared wide eyed. "Hi, Rafael," she whispered.