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“Meg,” Kelly warned, tugging gently on her shoulder, “I think you’ve had enough beer for a while, darlin’.”
Meg looked at the glass in her hand, which was about two-thirds gone, and nodded, stepping over to sit it down on a nearby table.
As she turned to dispose of her beverage, Charlie stepped closer to Kelly and asked quietly, “How many has she had?”
“That’s her first,” Kelly admitted, “but she doesn’t drink much.”
“I see,” Charlie replied, nodding and returning his attention to Meg who was staggering just a hair as she crossed back over to him.
“Well, if she doesn’t drink, and she doesn’t dance, perhaps this isn’t the best way for her to spend her evening,” Jonathan chimed in, speaking about her as if she wasn’t there, even though she could clearly hear him above the music.
A scowl formed on Meg’s prett
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