It was like reliving the Hansel and Gretel story. But instead of chasing the bread crumbs trail, she tracked down the reddish paw prints. She tiptoed into the living room, careful not to trip on the floor.
She could feel a slight swirling in her eyesight and slow coordination with her motor skills. A sign that she might be a little drunk. But as she moved further, she had to hold on to the furniture for support.
Maybe she was drunker than she thought, losing track of her alcohol intake since they started drinking. It appeared the effect might be kicking faster as she continued her movements.
Amelia stopped by the staircase, seeing that the clues led to the second floor. "I can do this." She was a lightweight when it involved consuming alcohol as she slowed down each step.
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