"Angelina, don't you think it's too early to get drunk?" Lucy said as she looked at the waiter who was opening the various types of expensive drink bottles.
Lucy and Emily were both sitting in a private room of the bar, where Angelina had brought them to have a drink.
"I have calculated everything. You can both drink as much as you want, and by the time you're both drunk, it'll be around nine or ten o'clock at night. I will have no problem sending both of you home safely at that point. After all, it was I who brought you here to get drunk. So it is my responsibility to ensure your safety." While picking up the fruit salad from the table, Angelina said.
Lucy had the feeling that another headache was on the way. Angelina was well aware that she was up to no good.
"What's the deal with this sudden plan?" Emily inquired. She didn't want to do anything. She just wants to get home and sleep. Perhaps a good night's sleep will wash away the lingering pain.
