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.

rubbed her

everything appeared normal,

A faint prickle of

pressed the recent calls button.

screen.

"Yvonne, are you okay?"

with concern. But Yvonne's breathing quickened. Her pulse raced as her

Damn it.

was something wrong with that drink." "I...

herself up. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and

as she tightened her grip. She

for a bit!" Without waiting for Yvonne's reply, Layla began

bar was all counters and open seating, while the second floor

I want

still tried to

this!" Layla insisted

here,

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