“Oh me too!” Angela shouted.

            “Are you sure?” I asked eyeing them both and weighing how much more drunk they should be getting.

            “Yes!” Spencer replied, grabbing Angela’s hand in a friendly manner. “Come on let’s go!” And with that they were off to play. I looked around and saw some people I knew from class. I headed over to go make some friendly conversation and mingle. It was a pretty fun party.

            “So Ashley, are you going to the hockey game tomorrow?” Brent, this guy from my psychology class asked me.

            “Um, I’m not too sure yet,” I answered honestly. “Guess I’ll play it by ear.”

            “Well you should totally go, it’s like the biggest game of the season,” he continued excitedly. I was about to respond when I heard my name being yelled from behind Brent, who I was facing.

            Confused, I replied to him, “Excuse me,” as I walked past him to see who was calling my name. 

            “Ashley, Ashley thank God!” she yelled in my face, clearly very intoxicated. I had to say I was feeling pretty good myself, but not nearly as bad as she was. Then I wondered how bad Spencer was, and decided to ask Angela about her.

            “Ang, where’s Spencer?”

            “I don’t know, that’s what I was just going to ask you,” she replied flustered.

            I looked at her confused as panic started to spread across my face. “What do you mean? I thought she was with you, I haven’t seen her since you two were playing flip cup.”

            “Oh shit,” Angela replied.

            I was in full panic mode now and grabbed Angela by her two arms urgently. “Angela, when was the last time you saw her?”

            “Ummm, she went to the bathroom, like a half hour ago?” she asked more than told me.

            “A half hour ago?!” I replied frantically. “Angela what the hell?” I asked not expecting an answer as I walked by her quickly. She was falling all over the place so I decided to yell back to Brent.

            “Brent?”

            “Yeah?”

            ‘Do you think you could get Angela home. I need to find Spencer and I can’t handle two of them right now,” I said, knowing Angela might react, but probably wouldn’t remember in the morning. I knew Brent was a good guy so I trusted him to take care of Angela.