The numbing embrace of alcohol never quite reached me.
But Tara, on the other hand, was thoroughly swept away by it.
After just two drinks.
I was still sober, while Tara had already started babbling nonsense.
She leaned heavily against me, slurring her words.
"Vera! You know that damn Morris, spoiling you with gifts and being all nice—I thought he liked you! But look how he treated you in the end!"
"But don't be sad! There are plenty of fish in the sea. We don't need to put all our eggs in one basket. Look, there's a handsome guy over there, go on, Vera, go get his w******p!"
Tara pointed at a figure not far away.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist.
I wanted to refuse Tara, but her persistent nudging wore me down.
In just a short while, several girls had already approached him for his
