When Alice Casey re-entered the private room, the atmosphere was still electric. With Natalie Finley around, there was never a dull moment.
As soon as Natalie saw Alice, she rushed over and hugged her tightly, clearly tipsy—she could barely walk straight. Alice steadied her, supporting her weight. Natalie looked delicate, but once drunk, she became a deadweight.
"You should drink less if you can't handle it," Alice said, exasperated.
Natalie had been slumped against her, but at those words, she shot upright, standing ramrod straight. "Who says I can't drink?!"
"..." What a handful.
Alice guided her back onto the sofa. But the second Natalie sat down, she sprang up again—a girl who couldn't stay still for even a second. She snatched a glass from the coffee table and shoved it toward
