~THE MANIPULATOR~
I'm drunk.
I ended up drinking two more margaritas, and Daya had the bright idea to take more tequila shots.
My world spins as I stumble up the stairs, a giggling Daya on my heels. We're both on all fours, our hands planted on the dirty wooden floors so we don't fall.
"b***h, why did you make me drink this much?" I ask, giggling harder when I almost topple sideways. "I felt it was appro—ahh—appropriate while we're inveshtigating a
murder," she stutters, her voice wobbly and filled with giggles.
I snort in response, my vision still playing tilt-a-whirl with my head. I walk her to the guest bedroom and help her get to bed. I'm not much help, considering I nearly send us both crashing to the ground a time or two when I try to help her get her jeans off.
"How are you g
