Addy hadn’t planned on even getting tipsy at the New Years Eve party. She’d planned on having a drink or two and then stopping before things got too much, but after her second drink, she was already starting to feel a little tipsy. Frowning, she’d headed over to the bar to grab herself some water but, when she’d turned around to leave, she’d almost run into someone and, as she jumped back, she felt some of the water soak into the top of her dress. “Oh fuck,” she muttered, looking down at the dress and at the half-empty glass of water and then drank it. “Well, Happy fucking New Year!”