"How many glasses did you have?" Jett asks, trying to keep a stern expression on his face, but ultimately failing. He would never say it out loud, but watching Cécile when she was drunk was hilarious. It only took a few drinks for her to let down that stern exterior that she rarely ever let falter.
"N-not…not that many…" She lets out a loud laugh, knocking over a glass that sat beside her. "Actual-ly, I think…I think I had…what's two plus two?"
"Four." He answers, holding up four fingers for her to see.
"Seven!" She shouts, slamming her fist on the table, shaking her web-cam. "It's seven!"
"Alright, seven." Jett shakes his head, laughing. "So you drank seven?"
"No, I drank four."
"Four. Alright. Sorry for saying seven."
"It's-It's fine."
"Do you need me to come over?" Jett asks.
"You're…you're in Australia. How the h-hell you going to come here?"
"I could jump on the back of a kangaroo and have him bring me."
Cécile laughs, burying her face in her hands. "Y-you're so dumb...you idiot…"
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot, you drunk."