"Come, come, a toast to our beloved Mr. Griffith." Charlotte raised her glass.Griffith didn't reciprocate the toast, so she lightly clinked her glass against his and then drank on her own."Ah," she let out a long and contented sigh.Griffith glanced at her and remarked, "Drinking too much again; no one is going to escort you home."Charlotte leaned against his shoulder and said, "With you around, why worry?"Griffith's heart skipped a beat, finding her words quite pleasing. He allowed her to lean on him and raised his glass, saying, "I won't be taking you home."Charlotte smiled and rested her chin on his shoulder."Take me home, please," she said playfully.Griffith, suspecting she was drunk, didn't respond.In reality, Charlotte was far from drunk. She was quite sober but feeling a bit conflicted about leaving without telling him, and she couldn't resist being a bit flirtatious given his presence and the pleasant atmosphere.Just then, there was a commotion in the distanc
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