The evening breeze blew gently, brushing through Victoria's slightly disheveled hair as she left the bar. Her steps were staggering, the three bottles of beer she'd downed beginning to show their effects. Her eyes flashed, her cheeks red, and her lips curled in an overly casual smile.
Behind her, Felix tiptoed, his eyes watching her every move. Occasionally, the man smiled at Victoria, who had trouble balancing her body.
"She said beer was a soft drink? I was fooled again," Felix muttered, half resigned.
Victoria, who had been walking at a steady pace, suddenly broke into a run when she saw a bus at a bus stop not far from them. Without thinking, she ran after the bus and prepared to board it.
"What are you doing? Let's get on! Don't you want to go home?" she shouted, waving excitedly
