I turn and grab up the abandoned tequila, totally ignoring everything except the girl in front of me, and down the rest of it in one gulp. Don't look impressed, there wasn't that much left.
Then I boogie on over to the vodka, still attached to Yui, and dump that into the open orange juice. It almost overflows, but I pour some into my cup and take a drink.
By now, I'm so drunk, I can't remeber where I am, but that doesn't matter when a slow song suddenly comes on the stereo. I pull Yui close and proceed to dance as gracefully as I could if I was sober.
I told you I was good.