“Sharon, I think can take no more. This is sickening,” Kat growled and clenched her jaw tightly at the bittersweet taste of liquor. “I feel dizzy.”
“Kat, we have only drunk half of the first bottle...”
“How many do we have in total again?”
“Four...”
Kat chuckled. Four. And she can't even take at least four little shots in her glass. How are they finishing off four large bottles?
Her face was already flushed, her eyes already look sleepy. Her cheeks were reddish with a tinge blush. And the color was visible in her pale skin despite the poor lighting.
Kat could feel her throat heating in every gulp, and her stomach grumbles every swallow.
“Let's get this done...”
“Of course, as we should,” Sharon let out a loud sigh of submission before she turns to eye the three other bottles by her
