Chapter 38: Pack Your Bags, We’re Going on Vacation!

For the first time, I understood why Zelia never gave one single fuck about anything around her. She was always drunk. By the time the food came, we were both four drinks deep and had no plans of stopping. Any fear of her trying to kill me left with every passing drink. If anyone saw us, they would’ve thought we were lifelong best friends by the way we laughed and stumbled towards the exit. The afternoon sun sits low in between the buildings as Zelia walks ahead towards the valet.

“I’d like to have my car back,” she slurs, stumbling back into me.

The valet crinkles his brow. “I’m sorry, Ms. Riviera, but I can’t let you drive in this condition.”

“Condition?” she yells, charging forward.

I grab onto her arms and do my best to hold her back. “Zelia, just call one of your drivers. We’re drunk as sh*t.”

“How dare he say I have a condition,” she yells, her swings hitting the air between us.

“Zelia!” I whine, over the whole situation. “Stop it.”