It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but well over half the cake on the table was gone, and the wine was almost finished.
Alistair had always fancied himself quite good at holding his liquor, but even he was beginning to feel a buzz now. He raised his gaze to the clock: it was already ten o'clock.
"Perhaps I should head back?" he murmured, squinting as he braced himself against the back of the sofa and sat up straight.
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