Elisabeth's POV
"Come on, Mandy, stop being such a party pooper. Just one more drink!" Alana's voice cut through the thundering bass that shook the entire bar.
I pushed the glass back towards her with a firm shake of my head. "I think you've had enough for tonight, Ana."
"Are you kidding me? I'm perfectly fine." She swayed on her feet, grinning widely. "Watch this - I'm totally sober. How many fingers do you see right now?"
She waved her index finger directly in front of my nose, but I swatted her hand away with more force than intended. "That's backwards, Ana. You're supposed to be the one answering that question. I should never have let you convince me to come here tonight."
"You've lost all your spark, Mandy," she slurred, her eyes glittering with mischief. "When did you turn into such a stick in the mud? But hey, I adore you anyway, and you'll always adore me too, no matter what crazy stuff I pull. Am I right?"
