While strange things were happening, two lovebirds were happily expressing their feelings for each other.
Natty had a lot to drink, Roy tried to stop her, but she was so stubborn, throwing tantrums like a spoilt kid by the poolside, paying no attention to what was happening around her, she busy exploring and savouring the different taste of expensive liquors, and Roy was having a good time watching and occasionally teasing her.
"Don't you like this one"
"No it's too bitter" she said with an irritated expression on her face.
"So you prefer this one" he said raising another bottle.
"Ohh, I love that one, let me have another glass of it"
"No more baby, no more, you're already tipsy"
"No am not, plus I haven't had a good drink in a very long while and I love the taste it's addictive, I can't get enough of it"
"Oh really, so which taste do you prefer, the tastes of my lips or the drink?"
