Six beers, eight shots, two martinis and a michilada later, I was stumbling over the dance floor and trying to keep my dizzy eyes on Lincoln.
He just stood there moving slightly and drinking more. I leaned into him shaking my head "We should go home. I'm about to pass out." I said shaking my head.
Lincoln nodded in agreement and we headed out the house while he carefully walked with me down the steps, he wasn't okay to walk either.
We both sort of stumbled our way to the sidewalk, I made it a few feet before dropping into the grass and laying down laughing.
His eyes ran over me and down my body before he smiled softly, "Up, you're ruining your dress." He said slurred.
I held my hand out and he took it pulling me up and laughing with me as I sang "Love hurts! But sometimes it's a good
