Nancy’s POV
I rush over to Carter and pull him into the kitchen where there are fewer people. His white dress shirt is wrinkled but tucked into his nicest pair of jeans, and it looks like he even tried to clean his sneakers up a bit. His hair looks like it was combed back, but he must’ve run his fingers through it a few times because now it’s disheveled.
“Are you drunk?” I hiss at Carter.
I know it’s a dumb thing to ask; he’s clearly drunk. But I’m so flabbergasted that he would show up to my first party like this! Carter knows how much this means to me.
Carter burps and laughs, swaying on his feet. My entire body is shaking with anger - I just want to shake common sense into him.
“Why would you show up here absolutely wasted?” I ask Carter, holding him upright by his shoulders.
“I’m just having fun. Ain’t I suppose to meet Randy?” Carter slurs his words, spit flying out as he speaks.