ELENA
"Elena, Elena please stop! You have already drank enough."
Joanna's pleas fell on deaf ears because my hands were already inching to the next glass.
"Boss please! You are drinking too much!" Steve, who sat on my other side, tried to talk me out of my next drink.
But one glare from me made him clamp his mouth shut.
Joanna had enough though!
She snatched the glass from my hands and placed it out of my reach, smacking it hard against the table that half of its drink spilt, wasted.
I pouted, feeling bad for the wasted alcohol. People don't even get to taste it that easily!
Shame!
"Elena, you know what a light drinker you are! Every time you drawn yourself in alcohol, you end up creating a mess. The last time you got so drunk in the France, I found you kissing a tree outside the club. Remember?"
I frowned, turning my head at Steve, who snorted, stifling his laugh.
"Hey you, small head! Don't laugh at your boss." I warned him, and he instantly sobered up.
