Miette
It was into the afternoon when Miette came home.
"How was the party?" Rowena asked.
"Ugh," Miette replied. "Note to self, never drink kero again."
Rowena gave her a concerned look.
"What happened?"
"Well, the god news is that kero isn't poisonous to me. The bad news is that I cannot hold it. You remember the back to the future movie where the proffessor is in the bar and he just stares at his nip of alcohol? And then he drinks it and wham! He's passed out on the floor? Then what's his name - the guy Michael Fox plays, Marty or something - asks the bartender how many he's had? And he's like 'that was his first one!'? That was me. One drink and wham! I'm gone."
Miette sighed.
"Woke up this morning in Kate's bed. I have no idea what I did between my first sip, would you believe it, and falling asleep."
"Oh my poor baby," Rowena smiled. "Did you have a good time anyway?"
"Mmm... I think so..." she giggled. "I only really met up with this guy named Dale. This morning when I woke up everyone was a little too, umm, out of it to be very sociable."
"Fair enough," Rowena answered.