"Oh, hey! Amelia!" Dehlia called drunkenly. When Revi and I neared towards the couch that Dehlia has rented, I saw her sitting-- almost sprawling on the couch, obviously drunk. I proved that she really is when she stood up and went to our direction. She welcomed me with a clumsy hug. I even have to hold her shoulders because she might fall.
She reeks of alcohol!
The smell doesn't stink but I am still not used to the smell of alcohol. I am not used to it, that is why. But good thing, I am not the type to puke by the smell of alcohol.
When she let go of me, she almost fell so Revi had to hold her arm to stop her from truly falling to the floor.
Dehlia pointed my face, her long fingernails were nearly touching my cheeks while she's staring at me with her half-closed eyes.
"Why... are
