The third point of view:
Anabelle walked over to Pedro and it wasn't until she squatted down in front of him that he recognized that someone was present.
"Anabelle," Pedro's voice was husky and he readjusted himself on the floor.
"Come on, let's take you home," Anabelle said and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up but he wriggled out of it.
"No, let me go! I want Isabella!" Pedro said stubbornly and it was at that moment that his breath hit her and Anabelle winced.
"Eww, did you drink?" Anabelle pinched her nose while the other swatted at the polluted air.
In response, Pedro grinned sheepishly, "Yes, I did,"
"Oh my God," Anabelle was filled with dismay. Pedro never drinks, at least, since that day they mistakenly took one when they were kids or for work purposes. For Pedro to have taken this much, he was really heartbroken.
