Drunk Minho🍺Sassier than ever🍸

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Minho was stumbling round. Drunk. It was pretty funny,it was impossible not to laugh. Him and a few other of the Glader's had drunk a little too much of Gally's drink from his secret recipe. You didn't really trust him so you didn't want a drink,plus there was probably none left because of how much they had all drunk. It's like their all trap in some kind of spinning,unstoppable sorted but one which no one cares or bothers to control. You felt like the outside for not being completely crazy and outside of your mind unlike the others who were either passing out on the floor or jumping around singing a bunch of songs you didn't even get. Gally starts to scream and rumble round as the keeper of the slicers,Winston sashays up to you accompanied by his companions.

"Hey beautiful!" He shrills,his breath stinks,squeezing you tightly against him as the other boys burst on in laughter,you pull away from him and storm off,trying to find someone who wasn't drunk.  You walk for a while until you see Thomas,sitting alone.

"You've drunk too much too?" You ask,sitting beside him.
"Nah,of course not." He says "I got put off the drinking as soon as I saw the affect it had on Minho and Winston,I'm pretty sure the entire Glade will be on break tomorrow."
You laugh slightly.
"Except us."

He doesn't say anything  for a movement,just slips his hand in yours and squeezes it tightly.