When it came to public events, Mackenna Dunbroch had always been more of an impartial observer than anything else. This wedding, though? She had given herself a very different personal mission -- to get as drunk as she could and see what that felt like. She was already a few cups in, but truth be told, she couldnât feel much. It had to be that darn Dunbrochian tolerance.
She sighed and turned to her side, lighting up a little when she saw who was next to her. âHello!â Mackenna greeted, her voice a little slower and lower than it usually was thanks to the whiskey. âDo some shots with me, please. For science. Iâm supposed to be getting drunk right now but somehow Iâm still painstakingly sober. Come on, just a shot or two. Please?â


















