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Chapter Forty : Drunken Night
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Lynn Vandestine
"I-I wanna be drunk," she pouts her lips, stumbling over his shoulder. "L-let m-me d-drinkkk, s-swe-eet baby," she slurs her words, mumbling.
Lynn straightens her, looking at her puffy, red eyes. "Sweet baby? I think you are already drunk, Sam. How about I carry you and send you home? Your mother wants to see you," he says in a soft tone.
She slaps his hands away, then glances at the bartender. "Nooo! I wanna drink m-more. Give me two glass of Margarita. See, this girl with me? S-she will drink with me, t-too!"
Lynn thanks his friend Ray in mind for tracking her phone, otherwise he wouldn't find her in this bar. These kinds of bars are obviously dangerous for lonely girls, more she's drunk now. He sighs and pays the bill with his credit card, thinking that no wonder she used a fake ID card to order drinks. "C'mon, you have drunk enough. Time to go home," he takes her purse and puts her arm around her, watching her steps. They
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