Hazel had already had three glasses of wine and was feeling tippy.
Even though Vincent had everything set up perfectly, he neglected to alert the staff to the beverage that would be served to Hazel.
He first cautioned her to exercise caution because of her low alcohol tolerance, but she vowed not to drink too much.
But here she was utterly inebriated.
"You realize how much I missed you when you left me to wed that giraffe, Peter?" Hazel sneered.
She started thinking back to the moment she cried because of Vincent, forgetting about their date.
On the other hand, Vincent swallowed hard when she abruptly slammed her hand down on the table and made herself stand up.
With drowsy but scowling eyes, she stumbled towards him and collapsed onto his lap.
"Ah," Vincent whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes as his member got trapped beneath her buttocks.
