The night wasn't even that lit, we were all just doing our usual thing and getting very drunk while doing so. Wordless music played loudly in the background, but it was just the same eight beats played on repeat so it grew kind of annoying and no one bothered dancing to it. Desmond was busy showing off his bartender skills, throwing bottles into the air and catching them behind his back whilst Kirsty and Jace applauded him enthusiastically. A bunch of pack members were yelling insults at one another but it was clear that it was harmless banter and meant nothing. Uncle Bill was sat alone in his own booth with a glass of water- he hadn't consumed any alcohol that evening because he needed to "look out for everyone in case something were to happen." I was sat at a booth with Theo, who was extremely drunk to say the least.
"Make sure...I don't fall asleep..." he slurred, slumping his torso on the table. He looked up at me with a goofy grin, his eyes half-closed.