Heather Scott leaned in close to Betsy Russell, holding her arm affectionately, and said, "Betsy, I really didn't do anything wrong."
Betsy and Heather grew up together, so how could Betsy not see that Heather was keeping something from her at this moment?
Betsy just sat there quietly, staring intensely at Heather.
The more Heather was stared at, the more uneasy she felt, so she lowered her head in silence.
Betsy poured herself another drink without a word, downing it all in one go, saying, "This drink is quite good."
Heather looked pale and frightened, withdrawing her neck and not daring to speak.
"Heather, are you sure you're not hiding anything from me?" Betsy asked as she stared straight into Heather's face.
Heather really wanted to cry. She'd initially thought that Betsy wouldn't get drunk after just one drink, but now she'd had two drinks, and given the strong after-effects of Drunken Dream Life, Betsy would probably be affected soon...
