"Come on, that''s not like you. You''re the most driven person I know when ites to racing. Maybe put a little of that chutzpah into going after this guy." That was Michelle to a T. Everyone was fair in the game of love. She didn''t care what other women did. If she fell in


    love with a man, she would do whatever she could to make him her man.


    "Ha ha! I tell you. I swallowed my pride and went straight for him. But he said he wouldn''t even talk to me if I weren''t Leena''s friend. What am I supposed to do?" Patricia drained her wine ss then. The sorrow and grief she tried to push away flooded her heart again. Hearing Patricia''s heart-broken tale, Michelle was at a loss. The only thing she could do was to keep filling her wine ss. Maybe an answer would be found in the bottom of the ss, or maybe sweet oblivion. Maybe if she got drunk, things would be better. "I have to -- have to tell you," Patricia said, her voice thick with drink. "Don''t fall in love with someone if he doesn''t...doesn''t love you back." Patricia sat on the ground. The two young women sat there and swapped tales of their limited love experience. "But you can make someone fall in love, right? With the right wit, charm, and looks? He must have really rattled you." Michelleughed helplessly. A man''s face and figure shed through her head at the same time. "Yeah, you''re right. Well, never mind. Bottoms up!" Patricia picked up her ss and clinked it against Michelle''s. Suddenly, she realized that Michelle and her were both drinking a lot, drowning their sorrows in wine. "Cheers." Michelle got it. Patricia wasn''t going to listen to her. So she decided to let her be and drink with her. It was better that she had a friend, than to have her drink alone. At least she could make sure Patricia got home okay. Tom knew how to drink like a gentleman. He was cultured and able to control himself. So he didn''t m up and try to iste himself, no matter his bad mood. Instead, he was tasting the wine, letting it settle on his palette. Sometimes, things happened for no reason. Tom had never expected that he would see Patricia after he walked out of the box. She was drunk as a skunk. They almost ran into each other.


    "Sorry!" Patricia apologized and let out a belch. She did not lift her head to look at the guy she nearly collided with, but just stumbled ahead.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    "Hey, wait up!" Michelle grinned at Tom and stumbled to catch up with Patricia. They were both three sheets to the wind.


    "Check that out! Those two are snockered." Rain''s eyes widened like saucers. How many drinks did they have? You could smell it on them.


    "Tell me about it," Tom sneered coldly. He didn''t stop and kept walking outside. When Patricia bumped into him just now, he thought she did it deliberately. But he wasn''t sure. But she didn''t even look at him, and was pretty stered now. Probably an ident. "Those two are really irondies," Rain sighed with admiration. He gave them a thumbs up, then struggled to catch up with Tom.


    "Yeah! Like that TV show, high ss and loveless," Tom said. Tom pulled his cor up, a cold wind had whipped up the moment he walked out. But he didn''t stop. Instead, he quickened his pace towards his car.


    "Ha! You watch that, too?" Rain snorted through his nose. He didn''t really feel like drinking anyway. For some reason, he wasn''t in the mood. The wine had even lost its taste.


    "Not really. Just saw ads for it. Hey, how about a rain check tonight? Next time we''ll call Edward and Duke and all them. It felt weird, just the two of us drinking. Bye." Tom waved his hand in a farewell gesture. He had the same thought as Rain. It just felt wrong when the two of them drank together.


    "It''s because we''re gluttons for punishment. We miss getting bullied when Edward''s not around. Take care!" Rain said and got into his car. He didn''t wait for Tom''s reply, and just sped off into the night.


    Tom just watched his car, until Rain disappeared into the distance. He heard a familiar voice the moment he was about to get into his own vehicle.


    "Michelle, I... am not drunk. Really. I mean it. So... don''t worry! I can drive you...drive you back. Leave your car. We''lle..e back and get it tomorrow," Patricia said while belching. She insisted on persuading Michelle that she wasn''t drunk, even though she clearly was. She was so drunk she could barely talk, words slurred, forgetting her train of thought, not to mention the gas that built up in her that insisted oning out when she opened her mouth.


    "Ok! I trust you." Michelle giggled. But she was drunk too and she couldn''t think straight. She just agreed with Patricia, no matter what she said.


    "Awesome! Get in. I''ll drive you home," Patricia answered in an ted tone. She was quite happy when Michelle agreed with her.


    "Are you crazy? How could you drive when you''re this drunk?" Tom ignored them at first, but he overheard Patricia offering to drive Michelle. He was a doctor -- he had to go over and warn them, stop them from risking their lives. They were putting their lives in danger! "Ha ha! You know what? You... look like a man I know. But you''re a...a busybody. That''s not like him," Patricia giggled goofily. She even reached out, trying to pinch Tom''s face. Tom deftly dodged it, but found that his reaction times were far faster than hers.


    "Yup, that''s me! But Miss Bai, maybe you don''t want to live, but I think your friend does," Tom said with a heavy face. What did she say? Not drunk? She didn''t even recognize him! She was as drunk as a skunk!000000