"Morgan, what right do you have to control me? It's Bianca who's treating, not you. Mind your own business and get the hell out!"
Alcohol is indeed a great source of courage, especially for a girl like Mia Rowen, who was naturally brave.
"You're right, it's Bianca treating, not me, so what right do I have to leave?" Morgan looked at the already drunk woman with a somewhat amused expression, really wanting to get angry but failing to ignite even a spark of it, and then waved to the waiter, saying, "Take the wine away, she's had too much. Listen to me!"
"Yes, sir!"
Between a sober man and a drunk woman, everyone knows whose word to heed, not to mention the waiters used to reading faces, who, upon hearing Morgan's words, immediately pushed the two newly arrived bottles of red wine back out.
"Hey, don't go, my wine. Who said I'm drunk? Morgan, you scoundrel, what gives you the right to take my wine away? Who do you think you are!"