Lia doesn't remember much of what happened that night.
All she knows for a fact are two things.
One, she was drunk. Stupidly drunk. The I-am-taking-revenge-on-my-liver kind of drunk. The I-certainly-embarrassed-myself-and-I-don't-remember-how-I-got-into-my-bed kind of drunk.
Two, she flirted with Chase. Hard. She believe she offered herself to him. She doesn't recall what she told him exactly, but she remember climbing into his lap, which is not very shocking, actually, because she turn into a horny bish when she is drunk. She will throw herself at a teddy bear if it's the size of a human.
Her flashbacks and the events that led her to drink are not enough to help her piece together what happened that night. Which means she has to heavily rely on Chase's claims of how the night unfolded.
But first, let her tell you what she recalls.
She had a bad day.
There is no need to sugarcoat it; it was a shit day.
Here's what happened:
