Aaron
The night grew old, and soon the three of us were drunk and at the brink of unconsciousness. Junior was the first to pass out, and it was expected. He had a very low tolerance for alcohol, and rarely drank any alcohol at all. However, for my sake he had consumed almost five bottles of beer just so he could be in the spirit of celebration.
"H...help me carry him..." Olivia said as she pulled Junior's limp body off the ground. She was drunk as well, but amongst the three of us, she was probably the most sober at the moment. She had only stopped at two bottles, while Junior and I had proceeded to drown ourselves in beer.
Mustering up the little strength I had left, I helped her lift Junior up from the floor, and together both carried him to their room.
"Happy birthday, Aaron, you deserve the best." Olivia whispered as I inched closer to the door. Leaning on the wall for support, I turned around and flashed her a bright smile.
