She hadn't had a drink in ages and gladly accepted Bertram's offer of one. What could one hurt, really? Or two, and a third would really not be a problem, Bianca could absolutely handle her alcohol, but whatever they were serving certainly packed a wallop.
Her shoes had been taken off about four drinks ago, but Bianca couldn't recall where they were. Bertram had to excuse himself for some best man duties and pictures, and it just seemed that every time Bianca ran into someone she had not spoken to for a while, they offered her a drink to toast, took a picture, drank the drink. What a cycle, what a party! Really, if the room would stop shifting to the right every so often then they'd all be set.
"BERTRAM, we need to dance!" Bianca let out, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and pulling him away from some bird in a big white dress. Wait! That was the bride, and Bianca made a quick turn back to hug Brianna quickly and tightly and squeal about how excited she was about everything before she went back to tugging Bertram to the dance floor. Her arms swung sloppily around him and Bianca wondered why her knees were wobbling.
"You're so cute," she purred.
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