Chapter 811
Chapter 811
Whenever Bob and Zoe had finished chugging, Sam would quickly follow up and goad Zoe into
chugging another ss.
Sam was clearly eager to mess with her, and those two were clearly conspiring together despicably…
and against one woman at that!
And to think that a fine woman like Quinn was married to one of them.
Naturally, Quinn could tell that Sam was eager to mess with Zoe, and she knew the extent of Zoe’s
alcohol tolerance.
While she could handle Bob alone just fine, it was virtually impossible to win against Sam.
When it came to Sam’s ability to stomach alcohol… How should Quinn put this? She never saw him
actually drunk.
Bob, we never drink much together usually,” she said, picking up her ss as well. “Let’s drink more
tonight to get to know each other better. If there’s any legal advice you might need-“
“Hold it,” Bob stopped her right then. “I’m really hoping I never have to seek legal advice.”
Quinn was left feeling awkward-she never took part in social dinners like this much, so she hardly knew
what to say.
“Oh, cut the chatter and drink!” Zoe naturally could sense
that Quinn was caught in an awkward position, and so beckoned Bob, “Thedy already asked, and
you’re trying to drag your feet? You call yourself a man?”
Bottom’s up!” Bob certainly could not resist Zoe’s challenge and chugged his ss, and Quinn drank
hers quickly as well without hesitation.
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They drank for a couple hours like that, the four of them getting all enthusiastic with their drinking while
Jay watched them ughter each other like some outsider.
He simply stayed with them, showing no inclination to leave, but he did not try to talk them out of it
either or show any sign of impatience.
As Zoe headed to the washroom, she was swearing under her breath that she had no idea Sam was
that good a drinker.
She had wanted to focus down on Bob, but it was her who would end up drunk with Sam’s protection.
In fact, she was on the verge of vomiting.
Appearances could certainly be deceiving when it came to Sam, just as Zoe wondered how Quinn was
doing-she helped Zoe when those two kept challenging her and must have drunken far beyond her
alcoholic tolerance tonight.
Nheless, after vomiting and rinsing her mouth, Zoe was ready to step out again to fight Bob ‘to the
death’.
If she were to be honest, she could not control herself just then—once she started issuing challenges, it
meant she was too far gone.
Nheless, she suddenly felt someone catching her wrist and saying her name. “Zoe.”
Zoe turned to find Jay standing there, having appeared out of nowhere.
She must have been too drunk to notice him there.
“It’ste,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
“Take me home for what?!” Zoe snapped, and shoved him.
She was drunk, and like most others, did not have a measure on her strength.
Jay almost fell from that shove, and promptly held himself steady with his cane so that he did not look
too haggard in front of Zoe.
Zoe watched him, her consciousness blurred yet somehow lucid.
“You’re disabled?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Jay nodded.
“Prosthetic?” She pressed, staring at his leg and not sparing him an ounce of dignity.
“No,” he replied. “But I can’t feel a thing there, let alone move it.”
“You don’t feel a thing at all?”
“More or less.”
“Really?” Zoe suddenly got up close, the alcoholic scent that swirled around her streaming into Jay’s
nostrils, and his chest clenched in turn.
At the next instant, he was pursing his lips as he watched Zoe reaching out to poke his right leg.
After doing it repeatedly for a while, she looked up and asked, “Felt that?”
“Nope.”
“What about here?” Zoe kept trying around his leg.
Like most people who were drunk, delicate, precise movements were impossible.
For example, Zoe ended up poking Jay’s thigh when she intended to poke his kneecap and
somewhere else when she actually reached for his thigh…