~Tiara
The room spun as I tried to steady myself. My hands reached out, grasping at nothing, but I was losing balance fast. My body swayed dangerously, my feet barely cooperating.
I felt a presence beside me. A shadow.
I blinked, my vision blurry from the alcohol.
Sarah.
Even in my drunken state, I recognized her. That smug face. That annoying presence.
A flicker of anger surged through me.
She reached out as if to help me, but I jerked away from her touch.
"Don't touch me," I hissed, my voice slurred but sharp.
Sarah tilted her head, her expression unreadable. Maybe she was concerned. Maybe she was mocking me. I didn't care.
Before she could say another word, the bartender appeared beside us, his strong hands gripping my arm as he steadied me.
"Whoa, easy th
