18
“Wow, you’re a mess.” Lilith sat down on the empty barstool next to a swaying Samantha and waved at the bartender. “Water, Brendan.”
“No…” Sam slurred. “More deers.”
“What?”
She tried to grab the half-empty bottle of whisky, but only managed to vaguely wave in the right direction. “Deers.”
Lilith sighed as she pulled the bottle out of reach. “I don’t think so.”
“But…”
“Did she drink all this by herself?” Lilith asked Brendan as he placed a glass of water down in front of Sam.
“I’m afraid so, Miss Lilith.” He pulled a face, like he had just bitten in an imaginary lemon. “She bought the bottle.”
“Of course. Refund her the money and put it on my tab.”
“No!” Sam tried to focus her eyes on Lilith, hiccuping comically. “I’m… I can pay for… Myself.”
“Bold statement. Here.” She press
