Alcohol the devil's nectar

"Don't mind her. You can search for it on the internet when you are free," said Amalie before taking another long sip.

"Open this one. I am sure you will like it a lot," continued Amalie and Quinn was already numb to it all after what she had seen so far.

Quinn opened the black box with a click and glanced at her mother. Amalie smiled and said, "I know you don't want me to get you anything but as a mother, I don't want your in-laws to look down on you. This is to insure that they know you have a home to go to. I am your home... We are your home so if you feel like coming back home, we will welcome you with open arms," said Amalie and the warmth and love from her speech made everyone cry.

Emotions mixed in with liquor are an emotional disaster. The storm had already started and there was no stopping. Aiden did what a considerate gentleman should and brought a box of tissue to the table so they wouldn't ruin their makeup.

Quinn on the other hand was crying mostly because the guilt was truly eating at her. Her mother had said such heartwarming words that she was on the verge of confessing her crimes.

Quinn opened the box with trembling hands and almost broke down in tears. This was her grandmother's heirloom. A pair of pink diamond earrings that had been passed down from generation to generation. Her mother wasn't too materialistic but she valued this pair of diamond earrings so much that she almost killed her father and his mistress for them.

Imagine finding out that your mother's earrings were worn by another woman and she was busy posting them claiming her man bought them for her.

Amalie had rushed back home that time and turned the entire bedroom upside down but her mother's earrings were nowhere to be found. Incredibly pissed she took the firearm from her father in laws study and picked up the keys to the jeep before driving over there like a madman.

Her father in law called her to persuade and threaten her but she said something the old man never dreamt of hearing.

"Your son has gone too far old man. I am going to make sure I take him down with me and that bitch," she said before pulling up like she was going to do a driveby shooting.

She stopped the car in the middle of the road and fired at the luxury car parked outside the private club. She shot at his car with no hesitation. It took three series of shots from the shotgun for the entire club to come out.

The culprit didn't even seem worried since he had done this too many times before. But this was the first time she got this angry.

She walked over to the woman and said to give it with a domineering tone. The woman who hadn't expected to encounter the crazy jealous wife tremblingly took them off and gave them back.

Surprisingly the jealous wife just turned to her husband and said, "You have gotten too far," before entering her car and driving off.

One can now see how important these earrings were to her and now she was giving them to Quinn. Quinn cried unconsciously as they hugged tightly.

Such a heartwarming scene just had to be interrupted by the entrance of the male dancer who came in with great fanfare. He was dressed in a fireman outfit and whined his waist as he walked over to the ladies that needed a fire hydrant to cool their jets.

Quinn was disinterested at first but after fireman, Jo ripped off his t-shirt that barely covered anything her heart jolted in surprise.

She never knew that a man's waist could be that fluid. The way he gyrated his waist made Quinn realize she had been missing out on a lot of things.

Because of this amazing yet blush inducing show, Quinn drank a little more than she should. She made it rain on Fireman Joe and as though to thank her for the generous gift he ripped off his pants and exposed a pair of black trunks with a large sausage clearly outlined.

She was about to put a fifty dollar bill inside when the door pushed open and five men dressed in suits walked in. In the middle was the unmistakable figure belonging to the said fiance and from the aura surrounding him he seemed unamused.

Quinn reacted swiftly withdrawing her hand. She looked like a toddler caught stealing cookies in the pantry. But after realizing what kind of relationship they had she relaxed a little.

She was already in a daze with a feeling of walking on clouds but it wasn't to the point of passing out yet. "Oh Leif... hie," she said before plastering that fifty dollar bill on fireman Joe's abs.

"This is this is for you, sir. Thank thank you for your service," she said her speech a little slurred. Before she knew it Leif held her wrist and the stripper lost fifty bucks just like that.

Quinn suddenly smiled slyly looking like she was about to cause trouble. She tugged at Leif's belt and pulled him closer before sticking that fifty dollars down Leif's pants.

Leif, "WTF!"

Everyone else, "..."

Let's just say that Quinn's courage had grown bigger doing such a thing to a very powerful person. Alcohol was indeed the devil's nectar.

The look in Leif's eyes was cold and deadly but he didn't make a sound. The subordinates he had brought with him just in case there was trouble stood there frozen stiff not sure how to react.

Amalie was the one who came to her senses first and yelled at her daughter, "Quinn!" She didn't know Leif much and had heard his reputation but even she could tell that he wasn't happy and that he was seriously holding back.

Quinn looked up at Leif and burst into laughter. "Oh, I thought it was fireman Joe. Sorry babe," she said seriously touching on Leif's bottom line.