POV: Brigail
"Is there any liquor in that ice cream?" Brigail asked as she tried to keep her footing steady as they traipsed around the lobby of the Bellagio after they left Café Gelato.
Eli smirked as he glanced at her. "I thought the fact it was called Irish was a giveaway?"
Brigail's steps halted as she glowered at her companion. "Ugh! You sneaky bastard!"
Eli only shrugged. "Hey, you're the one who told me I could pick the flavor. And with the way you scarfed it down, no wonder you got a buzz."
Brigail was pissed at him. She already had two bottles of beer at the taco shop and she didn't need any more liquor in her system. She suddenly didn't feel so good.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the ladies' room," Brigail told Eli before her eyes darted around the room, searching for the nea
