“ENOUGH, CHERRY. You might get drunk,” he said seriously.
“Come on! You like it, don’t you?! You make me sit here and drink, then you don’t want me to get drunk?!” I bravely pulled out the bottle of vodka from him.
He did nothing because I immediately pour the brandy into my glass shot. Gradually, I felt the heat on my cheeks when I drank it. This was how it feels to be drunk, how delicious it feels.
“For Calixto and Amanda!” I said aloud with a bitter smile.
“Cheers!”
“Listen, I don’t want you to get drunk,” he continued. He almost whispered those words to me.
“I’m fine, Calixto. Why don’t you just mind your girlfriend instead of me?” I said with my stern lip. I raised my hand to press it to my cheek.
His jaw tightened as I did. “I’ll take you home.” He grabbed my wrist.
“No, I’ll
