"Don't drink it!" Joshua quickly took the glass out of Hazel's hand.
She was caught off guard and asked, "Did I just drink wine?"
"Yes." Joshua nodded helplessly.
Hazel was wine, and he was afraid she would get drunk again.
"What to do now?" Hazel asked awkwardly; she didn't want to be drunk in front of so many people.
"Let's go home." Joshua gently held her hand.
They found Professor Watson to say goodbye and walked out of the front door into the night air.
Just as Hazel took the first step, she twisted her ankle. She was thankful that Joshua was holding her, or else she may have fallen down the entire flight of stairs.
"Are you drunk?" Joshua asked helplessly.
"It appears that way. I am a little dizzy." Hazel replied truthfully.
Joshua sighed, and he leaned down slightly. "Come on, I will carry you."
"No, I am not hurt..." Hazel replied with shame.
"Old rules, carry or hug, you choose one," Joshua said.