"Stepsister? But you both have the same father, right?"
I let out an irritated sigh. "I detest the idea of sharing blood, so I don't think of her as a half-sister."
"Oh." Amy nodded in slow motion, covering her mouth.
"Stay here," I said, but Amy pulled my hand again.
"Wait! What are you going to do? Please don't make a commotion in here, or you're screwed."
I glanced at her, confused. "Who said I was going to make a scene, Amy?"
Amy bit her lower lip. "Uhmmm... me?"
My shoulder dropped, giving her a 'seriously?' kind of look.
"Just pull yourself together, okay? I know how much you hate her, but please have a calm approach. Besides, you're already drunk. I'm just worried about you."
I hissed, then chuckled. "Me? Drunk? Whatever. I'll go."
"I'll go with you."
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