"Alright, that's enough drinking out of you." Jessica groaned, reaching for the shot glass out of Brooke's hand.
Brooke raised her hand, keeping the glass away. "Come on, I can still go another round."
Jessica pinched her temples, "Brooke, your alcohol tolerance is shit. You've had like…" she counted with her eyes, "Three shots and you're already this drunk. If I let you take another one, your scary husband will fire me."
But Brooke was far gone, she raised her hand, signalling someone, "Can I get another glass, Mr waiter who can't keep his eyes off my breasts?" She asked in a loud voice, causing some heads to turn in their direction.
Jessica decided to turn in for the night before Thane actually went off. She turned around to check on Danny's side, only to see her boss walk up to their table.
"Mr Grayson-"
"I've arranged a car for you three, and also, take tomorrow off." He said.
"But, that client-"
