บท 32: Chapter 32: Detour, Part 2

When he ordered shot #8, I gave him the stink eye.

"Don't look at me like that, just pour the damn drink."

I silently held my tongue. Don't get involved, just let the guy be an asshole. I poured the shots and handed them over with my best Resting Bitch Face.

But he weighed about 250 pounds, split between fat and muscle, while Candice, while tall, looked like she weighed no more than 160. Her speech started to slur, even though it was obvious she was trying not to.

"Another shot."