"Makayla's being mean to you?! Preposterous!" Cara exclaimed, wrapping one arm around Holly's shoulder to pull her in to a side hug. "I think you're lying. Makayla's never mean to you." Cara had only acknowledged Nick by flipping him off before he disappeared up the stairs with Savannah. She didn't think she was that drunk, but the fact that she was flipping anyone off probably spoke to what that last shot of vodka was doing.
"She is mean to me sometimes. She squeezed my face," Holly objected, though her voice was too tired to be considered an argument. "Your eyes do look red. Why?" she then asked as she studied Cara's face more intently. Holly knew what being drunk looked like. While Makayla seemed to smoke more than she drank, she drank when they had the money. Besides that, Holly had grown up with a bunch of people who indulged in drugs and alcohol. She was actually more familiar with people who were intoxicated than sober, so even if she didn't catch the scent of alcohol on Cara over the smell of her perfume and the assortment of other basement scents, she noticed the bloodshot eyes when Nick pointed it out. She reached over to touch Cara's face, as if she needed to analyze it better, but hearing Jackson come in behind her had her spinning around mid-reach. She didn't want to see Jackson after the mood his presence and comments had put her in. Her head was still aching and she wasn't in a mood where she could overlook the early actions and start over, as she so frequently did. "I don't like Jackson. Let's go get my mac and cheese."
"That's what I've been trying to do for the past twenty-five years! Come on," Cara responded, grasping Holly's arm and giving her a rough tug up the stairs. This time, she made her way up the stairs without a single stumble, though her free hand gripped the staircase railing. "Brooklyn, we'll meet you up there! I'll ask your boyfriend to come with us since you apparently can't ask by yourself! I never thought of you as being the scaredy cat, but I guess everything is just out of order tonight!" she added, not even looking back at where she had last seen Brooklyn standing.
When they reached the first level of the bar, Nick and Savannah were standing only a few feet away. "Ooh, being brazen now Nicolas? Your ex-girlfriend is downstairs and you're up here about to have a quickie with your current muse?!" Cara smirked. "No offensive," she then followed up with, looking towards Savannah. "So, are we all going out for a family dinner? Like, this could be cute!"
"I want my mac and cheese," Holly chimed in with a whine, now looking to Savannah as she began to decide that Cara might be too drunk to actually be reliable tonight.