"Let's drink," Madeline suggested.
Briar asked nervously, "For what occasion?"
Madeline squinted her eyes at Briar, wondering, "Do I need an occasion to drink with my dear friend?"
Eyeing Madeline, Briar knew how this would end.
"You have a low tolerance for drinks," she said to Madeline, being straightforward with her friend.
Madeline reassured Briar, "Don't worry about it, I won't drink much."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Fine," Briar gave in. She sighed, "Let's go."
"Why do you seem so down?"
"No reason," Briar said to Madeline, using her finger to brush her tangled hair.
'Ow, curse my hair, why is it so tangled?' She asked.
"You alright there?"
"Mhm," Briar answered casually, trying to get a knot out of her hair.
She exclaimed in celebration, "Finally! I got it untangled."
Celebrating with her, Madeline punched her fist in the air, "Woo!"
