Page 74 of From the Moment We Met

“I’m not going to puke, and don’t go call Jacob.” Lilly shot her friend a stern glare.

“I would never. I’m calling the babysitter,” Sabina muttered as she walked outside.

Lilly lost track of time as she downed another drink, but she felt sufficiently numbed and a tad bit silly.

Sabina slid a glass of water down the bar, shooting her a sympathetic look. "Let's switch it up, shall we?"

Lilly shook her head, feeling like a bratty teenager. "I don't want to be sober. I want to be inebriated. I also want to dance."

Sabina smirked. "You sure you can stand upright?"

"No guarantees," Lilly admitted with a giggle, swigging down some water. "I also want popcorn."

"How many has she had?" A deep voice asked behind her and Lilly spun on the stool, her whiskey glass in hand.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

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