"Did you spike her drink?" J asks me, his mouth pulling into a tight line of simmering anger.
"No. Why would I do that?" I am surprised that he even has to ask me this.
"Come with me" he says tersely and pulls me towards the house and almost drags me into an empty room. And I thought he'd be mad at Rachael. Shouldn't he be mad at her actually?
"I am asking again. Did you spike her drink?" He asks solemnly, hands on his hips.
I am too stunned to answer him, so I decide to keep quiet and shake my head.
"Did Mel do it? Do you know who did it?"
I shake my head all the more frantically.
He runs a hand through his hair, evidently upset.
"You guys were on the same table, having drinks, right? Are you sure you did not do anything?" He asks, more impatiently this time.
"No. I. Did. Not."
