“No thanks, I’ve had enough,” I said, instantly feeling the booze hitting my brain. And legs. I wish I knew why I always feel alcohol in my legs.
“Now, where’s the fun in being sober?” Devon asked, putting his arm around me and pulling me with him when he left the room. “It’s a party, after all. Here, let’s get you another one.”
By now, people were pretty well lubricated. Devon shoved another drink into my hands, but I ignored it. What I really wanted was to find Fang, but I didn’t see him in any of the groups of people we passed.
Devon pulled me along toward the stairs, and my only excuse for allowing him to do so was that by that time, I was feeling the full effects of the gin and tonic. I thought it was odd that just one little drink could make me so woozy, but I figured it had to do
