Chapter 116

Clara's POV

"What can I get you, Miss?" the bartender asked.

"Something really strong that would help me forget all about my problems," I answered.

"I'm sorry, she doesn't get out much. We'll get two vodkas." Ivy interrupted.

The bartender nodded and then carried out our orders.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to a place a bit quieter with preferably less sweaty people?" Ivy asked.

"This is right where I'm meant to be," I answered assertively.

The bartender slammed our two drinks on the counter, two tiny glasses.

I was surprised that that was it. I expected a lot more.

Maybe I should go out a lot more often.

I took a shot of the strong liquor, the fluid running down my throat.

With alcohol tasting this horrible, how was it ever supposed to help anyone feel better?

"I want a whole bottle," I said, slamming the glass down.

Ivy looked at me, concerned, as the bartender nodded at my request.

We started drinking, both of us taking turns taking our shots as I continued to elaborate on my