Chapter 557

"Got it!" Wilber, the bartender, nodded. He smoothly grabbed a bottle of high-proof whiskey from the shelf with practiced ease.

"Layla, I can't handle strong drinks..." Yvonne protested immediately. Her guard went up as she waved her hands to decline.

"Relax! I've had this one before. Yeah, it uses high-proof liquor, but it's just an ounce the rest is juice and syrup. Trust me, it won't hit you hard."

Wilbur set two glasses on the counter, and Layla wasted no time grabbing hers.

"What, you don't believe me? Fine. I'll prove it!" she said before throwing her head back downing the colorful cocktail in one swift motion.

Yvonne still looked skeptical.

Slowly, she picked up her glass and took a cautious sip. The fruity sweetness washed over her tongue, masking the bite of the alcohol. It wasn't as bad as she'd feared.

Even so, she wasn't convinced. She set the glass back down after just one sip. "Forget it. I've got homework to do when I get home, I shouldn't be drinking." She quickly pulled out her phone and pretended to check it in a hurry.

"When's your brother getting here, anyway? I've got an essay to finish..."

Just as she finished speaking, Yvonne's vision swam. The black text on her phone screen seemed to ripple and float.

her eyes, forcing herself

looked again, everything appeared normal,

prickle of unease

the recent calls button.

screen.

"Yvonne, are you okay?"

quickened. Her pulse raced

Damn it.

in her mind, "There was something wrong with that drink." "I... I want to

to push herself up. Her legs wobbled beneath

surprise as she

Without waiting for

open seating, while the

want to go

she still tried to resist. Her instincts were screaming at

can't go home like this!" Layla insisted as she continued dragging

gets here, I'll have

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