Drunk wife, cold husband

In a luxurious bar with white and golden yellow nuances, Elena is sitting with Sheryl. They sat casually over drinks while chatting, talking about the times when they were both single.

"Elena, I think you've had too much to drink," Sheryl said, looking at Elena who kept asking the bartender to fill her glass with champagne.

"It's okay, this is delicious," Elena said casually, then drank the champagne again. "Ahh ... yummy!"

"You can get drunk."

"It doesn't matter," Elena said, handing her glass to the bartender as she said, "whether I'm drunk or not, Ray doesn't care about me. I feel calmer now... Maybe even my life would be calmer if I didn't have relationships with any men."

Sherly drank a little of her champagne, then said, "I think so too. But sometimes I get scared."

"Scared of loneliness?" Elena smiled sinisterly.

"Yeah, that's for sure. Who will satisfy me if I don't have a partner?" asked Sheryl with a faint smile, imagining her lover. "Zac sucks, but he's good at fighting in