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She cheered and applauded at their speeches. But deep down inside, there was a twinge of jealously as he put his arm around Ashleigh. They're just friends. Co-workers, she told herself, forcing herself to keep her smile on her face. As the crowd started to disperse, she made their way up to them. She was just about to call out when Jean turned around and almost walked into her. She grinned- but then the smell of alcohol hit her.

His brow furrowed, and her own matched it. And then he spoke, and the last remnants of her smile disappeared. She quickly forced it back on, though, leaning up to kiss his cheek. The smell of whiskey was awful, and holding her forced smile became harder.

"Yeah, I flew back early, thought I'd surprise you!" She said. What was up with his tone of voice? Was it just the alcohol? Or was there... another reason? She felt like neither of them were really falling for her act, so she dropped it.

"Jean, how much have you had to drink? Did you spill some on your suit? Because no offence, but you absolutely reek of whiskey," She said, keeping her tone light-hearted. She had honestly been hoping for a better reaction, not... this. She was exhausted, and she'd forced herself to come out- and now she was met with a quite intoxicated and almost bitter Jean.