( crossing borders.)

“Rhys!” As usual, Annette lit up at the sight of her boyfriend, so distracted that she didn’t notice the change in drink until she tasted it, “Hey—-this isn’t a PARTY drink! Rhys!” She pouted, leaning into him and linking his fingers with her, “I want another drink.”

“It is a party drink. Its such a party drink people are swimming in it.” He beamed, taking a sip of the water himself. “You know you’ll regret it in the morning if you drink much more. I’m just trying to save you...” Rhys nodded, faking a solemn expression before pecking her pout with a kiss. “We could get you some orange juice from the kitchens instead?”

“Uh oh—!!”

“Good.” He smiled, snatching the empty flask out of her hand, replacing it with a bottle of water. “Drink this.”