Resolution

80. Drunk In Love

"Why can't I keep my fingers off you baby? I want you..."

Song: Drunk In Love

Artist: Beyonce

"Harry, you idiot, that's still wrong," Gemma scolded giddily from across the table. The dishes had been cleared off from dinner to be replaced by several bottles of wine- some of which were now empty- a cake, and a battered deck of cards. Harry frowned at the cards in his hands, his brow furrowed and lips puckered out as he tried to figure out what he'd done.

"What'd I do?" he asked, reaching for his wine to take a drink. He'd grumbled audibly when Anne had said that was the only thing they had to drink but seemed to have forgotten his complaints after downing three glasses. Now he drank it easily and if I didn't know better, I suspected he was enjoying it more than he'd care to admit.

"You can't lay that if you only have three cards in your hand," Gemma said, shaking her head before taking a swig of her own wine. She kept repeating the rules of the game but I found it more and more difficult to concentrate as I imbibed more of the sweet, red liquid. It seemed I wasn't the only one with the problem as Harry repeatedly messed things up beside me.

"This is the worst game in the history of games," Harry mumbled, picking up his card again to put it back in his hand. I giggled next to him, a bit too loudly thanks to the alcohol running through my veins. No one seemed to notice or care, however, thanks to Anne's generous supplying of our drinks. Two empty bottles sat next to a third that was nearly gone, the liquid split between the five of us doing more than enough to loosen everyone up after the tense dinner. Robin was still working on his first glass, claiming he wasn't a major fan of red wine, which meant Anne, Gemma, Harry and I had drank the most.

"Harry you should know the rules," Anne said, her words stringing together just enough to hint at her tipsy state. She grinned proudly at him just as she had been doing ever since returning from our talk. It seemed that our talk in combination with the alcohol had put her in a very emotional and giddy mood. "We used to play all the time when you were little!"

"Well I forgot, apparently," he said, setting his cards down with a sigh and a sheepish grin. I sat there quietly, my mind spinning a bit while I giddily let the scene carry on around me. It was absolutely incredible to see Harry around his family and they way they interacted. A light banter carried on throughout the night, particularly with Harry and Gemma as the ragged on each other. Robin didn't say much, but it was clear he was just as much a part of their family as anyone else despite being the stepfather. It warmed my heart to see the way they all looked and spoke with each other. Aside from Harry's father, his family was absolutely amazing.

"Halle got it," Gemma chided him, shooting me a conspiratorial grin along with a wink. I was nowhere near getting it but I'd go along with Gemma if that was what she wanted.

"Yeah, I don't know what your issue is," I added, barring my teeth in a wide, over-enthusiastic grin. I leaned forward on my elbows at the table, sitting on my feet pulled up beneath me. He turned to glance at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Oh yeah?" he asked sarcastically, grinning at me. "You're a master card player, all of a sudden?"

"You bet," I replied, nodding once. He pursed his lips together in a close-lipped smile as he shook his head. His lips were stained a darker pink than usual thanks to the wine and I found myself enchanted by them for a few seconds.

"You think you know a person," he joked. His hand reached forward to playfully squeeze my chin, shaking it lightly while scrunching his nose up at me. I giggled again. He could probably tell I was feeling the alcohol by the light giddiness that had started to creep into my posture and voice.