After hearing Anne's words, Jack then left her and headed for a bar table not far from where she was. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and drank it straight from the bottle, as his head was suddenly spinning at the words that came out of Anne's lips.
"You're the one who taught me all this, Jack, so don't be mad at me." From the sofa, Anne shouted loudly adding to her previous words with her hands on her hips. She was annoyed at Jack, who would rather drink than listen to her words.
"I taught you to move on and not dwell on the past, Anne, not like this. I don't like you dealing with them." Jack thought to himself as he looked at Anne, who was walking towards where he stood.
Without guilt, Anne grabbed the bottle of vodka in Jack's hand and immediately closed it tightly. "Don't drink too much, it's not good. It's still noon after all."
"When can I drink?"
Anne wiggled her thumb in front of his face shaking her head slowly.
