"What's that supposed to mean?"
Stella squared her shoulders, locking eyes with Alicia with a barefaced challenge. "Nothing at all!"
The vodka wasn't particularly strong, yet after just one round, both women were already woozy—especially Alicia, her skull pounding like it might split.
Though Stella usually held her liquor well, tonight her words tumbled out without a filter.
The two women glared red-eyed across the bar like gunslingers at high noon. Chukwuka watched bewildered as they suddenly slammed their glasses down in unison, shouting, "Bartender! Another round!"
The same vodka arrived. Alicia pressed her lips together, declaring, "Tonight, we drink till we drop!"
Stella smirked, curling her lip. "Try me! I've never lost a drinking contest!"
Before Chukwuka could intervene, the
