[ With everyone is apparently the only answer here, but before he can answer with that, Ishmael's flopping over against her bed and whatever thoughts of guys' or girls' gossip sputters to a halt as a thread of concern snakes its way ahead.
He puts his glass down, just in case he has to help her up onto her bed or towards the bathroom. ]
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He puts his glass down, just in case he has to help her up onto her bed or towards the bathroom. ]
Ishmael? Are you alright?
[ DID SHE HAVE TOO MUCH TO DRINK.... ]