NovelEnglish“Blair, letdrink that for you. I have a better capacity for alcohol than you do.”
“Oh there’s no need. It’s just beer; there is very low alcohol content in it.” Blair shook her head.
The boy sitting next to them burst out laughing when he heard the proposal.
“Joslyn, you’re one to talk! Look at the three glasses of beer in front of you. You haven’t even finished your own portion yet.”
The gprogressed quite rapidly and pretty soon, the table in front of the eight players was full of glasses and bottles of beer. Those who hadn’t taken part in the ghelped them open the bottles and fill the glasses. Sof them were beginning to lose their senses now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAngela’s Library
Blair thought that after her third call, no one else would call her anymore. One important reason behind that was that she hadn’t kept in touch with her old friends for long ever since she began to study abroad. However, much to her surprise, she still received quite a number of calls after that. Maybe sof her followers found the ginteresting and were just calling her for fun. However, what annoyed her the most was that sof the calls were from completely strangers who had deliberately pulled a prank on her. Most probably, they were the followers of the other seven contestants.
Now, there were several tall glasses of beer waiting for her. She threw a sideways glance at Joslyn, who was busy herself with her own portion of beer. Helpless, she asked the others, “Guys, can we take a break first?”
“Of course. But I think there will be even more glasses waiting for you as the ggoes on. Look at Aby. He’s set quite an example!” A girl gloated as she pointed to a wealthy boy sitting on the sofa.
About a dozen tall glasses were already placed in front of him and his phone didn’t seem to be showing any signs of dying down.
Compared to him, Blair’s situation was not that bad. But she was already feeling quite full. And if she got drunk, it would have been additional trouble.
However, she had made the choice herself. She had volunteered to take part in this game, so no matter how much she regretted her decision, she had to face the consequences. She picked up a glass of beer resignedly and began to gulp it down. It didn’t even feel that good anymore.
However, the trouble was short lived. Because the more they drank, the more excited the eight gamers became. Loud music soon began to drift over from their table. Blair and Joslyn were singing at the top of their Lungs. One of the songs they chose turned out to be a romantic duet. In her drunken moment, Blair released all of her bottled up emotions through the song.
In the end, she finally had to send up a new post in her Moments.
“Please, please. I’ve drunk eleven glasses already. I can’t take another one. Don’t callanymore.” There were several crying emojis after that and a few begging hands.
Normally, Blair wouldn’t have asked for mercy in such a pathetic manner. But she was drunk now. She was going to have no idea what she was doing later on. And she was already drinking her twelfth glass which wasn’t finished yet.
Blair had a few hundred WeChat friends. After she sent out the second post, a lot of people commented below, saying that they were willing to cover and drink her glasses for her. Who would have said no to free beer! Sof the boys even sent a private message to her, asking for her location.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlair browsed through the comments and replied, “No, thanks. It’s just a game. It will be over soon.” She didn’t want to involve anyone outside the group and certainly not boys she hadn’t even talked to ina long time.
She copied the sentence and also sent it to the boys who had texted her.
But very soon after that, she received Hartwell’s message.
“My secretary just toldabout your update. Don’t drink anymore. Turn down the drinks. I’m coming to pick you and Joslyn up.”
She tilted her head and saw that Joslyn was lying on the sofa in a slightly drunken state. Her speech was a bit slurred too. As the birthday girl, Joslyn had drunk more than Blair had. Blair gave her a slight kick and asked, “Did your husband just text you?”
“Yes. He’s coming to pick us up.”
Blair sighed when she heard that. To be honest, she envied her friend a bit; Joslyn had a husband to cpick her up in such situations. Blair felt that she herself was a poor bachelor. What was worse, when
Hartwell picked them up, she would feel like the third wheel between him and Joslyn.
She suddenly thought of Wesley. ‘I wonder what he’s doing right now. He must be busy. He won’t even know about my Moments, ‘ she thought gloomily, letting out a heavy sigh.
She leaned her head on Joslyn’s shoulder, watching the other guys chatting fervently under the influence of the alcohol. Even she had bectalkative due to the twelve glasses.
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