"More drinks!" Zara said, shouting at the top of her voice as she raised her hands, catching a lot of people's attention.
"I need more drinks," she dramatically said as she hit her head on the counter, making a loud noise.
The bartender, with a smirk, said as he moved closer to her, tapping her shoulder, "Do you want me to change the drink? It's a bit strong for you."
Zara snapped out, lifting her head, and said with a pout as she held the bottle tightly like a baby, "No, I like this one. Give me more."
"Sure, miss," he said and immediately got into action. Once he was done mixing the drinks, he placed it on the table for Zara.
Zara had her hand on her chin, her eyes closing, but she tried to stay awake.
"Wake up, Zara," she snapped at herself, slapping her face in an attempt to stay awake.
She smiled at the bartender and muttered a thank you.
