Stacey was in the middle of her like, twentieth drink of 'liquid courage' when she heard yelling. Angry voices, mixed with people yelling encouragement reached her in the dining room, and she frowned. Where the hell was King? Now she was probably going to have to go break up a fight between stupid drunk boys, and it was all his fault. She made her way carefully toward the fight, a little wobbly on her feet. When she reached it, people parted for her, which was a little strange. Then she saw Austin pulling Sheila, of all people, off the ground, and yelling at Marty, before one of Marty's blows finally landed. Then, before she could even make a noise, Austin jumped at Marty, pinning him to the ground.
She just watched, as her drunk brain connected the dots. They were fighting about Sheila?
She couldn't move, only watch in shock, until Austin noticed her. When he let Marty go, and headed towards her she came to herself a little, and started walking outside with him, still unable to speak.