Lexxie could feel herself getting more and more drunk. She tipped her head back down, swallowing the last shot and groaned. "Aw, what's wrong Lexxie? Too much, already?" Lexxie laughed and stood up. She wheeled for only a moment and pushed his shoulder lightly, "Oh, fuck you," she mumbled. "I'm done."<br/><br/>Lexxie stumbled out to the wrap around porch and leaned over the thick wooden railing. She howled and whistled, clearly too drunk to function. "Hey, hey now. Where do you think you're going?" Jackson teased, following Lexxie intently. "Oh back off, Jackson. Go find Missy," she spat, leaning only further over the railing.<br/><br/>"Come on, now," he started. "Don't throw yourself over the railing." He grasped Lexxie's shoulders and gently pulled her upright. Lexxie just laughed loudly, howling once again. Lexxie wasn't much of a fun drunk, she was easily angered and wouldn't hesitate to punch even her own sister right in her face (it's happened before).<br/><br/>"So how about you say, instead of making fools of ourselves out on the porch, we go back inside and do a few more shots?" Jackson asked, winking. "Go. Find. Missy," Lexxie mumbled, obviously much more agitated. "But I want to chill with you," he replied. "You had your fun, now go."<br/><br/>"But maybe I haven't had enough fun," he insisted.