"I swear to God that Raychelle Bukowski is the worst beer pong player ever," Elise glowered at Benson as she walked over to him from the kitchen. When she heard an outraged gasp behind her, she turned around and called out, "I don't care if you heard me, Raychelle, someone needed to tell you!"
She sighed loudly and turned back to Benson. "I don't even want to talk about it." So maybe Elise had had to drink a bit more than her fair share. She wasn't drunk, just delightfully tipsy. Normally she was even a happy, loving drunk, but losing at a game where she excelled pissed her off.
She happened to look at the front door just as Mallory and Brian walked through. "Mallory!" she shouted excitedly, her irritation at losing disappearing instantaneously. She rushed over to her old friend and gave her a hug, even though Elise was usually far more reserved, even with close friends--clearly the alcohol was working. "I'm so happy that you came!"
She let Mallory go and looked back at Benson. "Benson! Look who's here!" Benson had casually mentioned to her earlier in the evening that he'd run into Mallory and that she and her boyfriend might make an appearance at the party, but Elise had forgotten that he might not act as excited as her to see them. Oops?