Sienna’s POV
I steered Scarlet toward a small table in the corner, pretending to care as she stumbled slightly. “Easy there,” I said, guiding her into the seat. “We’ve got all night, no rush.”
She rubbed her temples, glancing around with uneasy eyes. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she mumbled.
I offered a bright smile. “Come on, live a little,” I teased, waving down the bartender. “We’re here to forget our troubles, right?”
Scarlet just nodded, looking more lost than I’d ever seen her. Poor thing, I thought sarcastically. Her heartbreak is practically dripping off her.
As the bartender approached, I flashed him a polite grin. “Two shots of your strongest mix, please. And keep them coming.”
He nodded and disappeared behind the bar.
I could sense Scarlet’s nerves. She fiddled wit
