Robert, ever the drinker, indulged heavily, downing glass after glass of fine whiskey until his face turned a deep shade of red.
By the time midnight rolled around, he was completely knocked out.
"Damn it, Dad," Hazel sighed, watching as Robert slumped back in his chair, snoring loudly.
Ross chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll take him to his room." With ease, he lifted Robert to his feet, slinging one of the older man's arms over his shoulder. "He always does this, doesn't he?"
Trinity sighed. "Every damn time."
Ross helped Robert upstairs, settling him into one of the guest rooms before calling it a night. The house gradually quieted down, with most of the guests retreating to their rooms.
Trinity, too, was about to turn in when she suddenly paused, pressing a hand to her throat.
"I'm thirsty," she murmured to herself.
She exhaled in frustration. "I should've grabbed some bottled water earlier."
