92: Sweet Drunk Queen

ADRIANA

I’m having the best time of my life. I giggled at Daciana who had a funny mustache on. Don’t ask me how she got it.

Apparently, it is happy hour in the club. But it is always happy hour in the club. And since only supernatural women are here. The drinks are the types that would knock out even the lycan king. I think I got bat shit drunk after the first sip.

But I couldn’t be sure. It might be after that, or after the tenth bottle.

I’m sweating alcohol and it feels to elevating.

I should have been doing this every week along with other pack members. You feel so great when you take drinks. Nothing matters, you care about nothing, you worry about nothing. Your mind is completely empty. No thoughts of revenge or stupid arrogant alphas and lycan kings. It is just pure happiness.

“Oh, you have the prettiest eyes.” I barely spit all the words out.

Daciana breaks out in a fit of giggles, along with the rest of the women at our table. She knows them because when they asked to join, sh