CHAPTER 70: No More Alcohol

　　RUBY

　　Everything was spinning but I could see Vexon. He was throwing daggers at me with his eyes while we were in his cabin. Everything was hazy.

　　Vexon grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him. "Why are you dressed like this?" he questioned me, while I arched an eyebrow in confusion.

　　"What's wrong?" I mumbled. Why was he acting strange?

　　"'What's wrong?' You are wearing shorts for God's sake!" he let out as he ran his fingers through his hair.

　　I pouted. "You're right. But shorts are meant to be worn, right? Was I supposed to just leave them in my closet?" I said, my words slurring.

　　I was confused by his behavior. Why is everything so unusual?

　　"No. You—wait. You are drunk. Why am I even talking to you?" he murmured under his breath.

　　"That's the thing. You don't even talk to me. Please don't stop talking. Keep yelling if you have to," I answered softly.