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    “Cheers!” Ralphy raised his ss high, his cheeks flushed. He clinked sses with Davina. “Bottoms up! No one’s going home until we’ve had our fill!”


    Davinaughed, her voice slurred. “You’re already drunk.”


    “Drunk?” Ralphy gave a tipsy grin. “Me? Never! I’ve never been drunk. Not tonight. Not ever…”


    Davina giggled. “Ha-ha! You’re definitely drunk. So, so drunk… Hic!”


    “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s stop here and head back to rest.” Christina said, standing up. Her voice was calm but unsteady.


    She tried to rise gracefully, but her bnce wavered. She nearly fell. Two pairs of hands reached out at the same time, steadying her just in time.


    “Thanks…” she mumbled, cheeks pink as she looked at the two men beside her.


    She looked left and right, feeling like there were too many people around. She blinked slowly. Everything felt too close. Faces blurred. Her head swam. Yes—she was drunk. Truly drunk. If she had even one more drink, she might pass out cold.


    Trying to stay focused, Christina said, “Let’s go. Time to settle the bill. Is the driver here?”


    “He’s waiting outside…” Ralphy mumbled, wobbling a little as he stepped forward.


    Their cars had already been sent back earlier. The driver had brought two business vans—plenty of room for everyone.


    “Then let’s move,” Christina said softly.


    Dn, though drunk, was still sharp. He watched her carefully, keeping close.


    Elliott did the same, both men stepping in from time to time to remind Christina to be careful.


    Ralphy had nned to ride with Elliott, but before he could react, Davina shoved him into one of the vans. The door mmed shut behind him.


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    “To Bayview Estates,” Davina told the driver.


    “Elli—” Ralphy started, but the name was cut short as Davina pressed her hand over his mouth.


    Her fingers were slender and cool, with a faint, sweet scent. The unexpected touch left Ralphy stunned.


    Davina raised her other hand and ced a finger on her own lips.


    “Shhh.”


    The van began to move.


    Ralphy blinked, dazed. Whatever he was about to say slipped from his mind. The warmth of the van and Davina’s perfume made him drowsy. Meanwhile, outside the second van, Elliott was about to climb in when Dn stepped in front of him.


    “Call your driver to pick you up,” Dn said coolly. His tone was sharp, even through the haze of alcohol.


    “He went to bed early. I didn’t want to wake him,” Elliott lied calmly. Christina looked between them.


    “Why don’t we all go together? There are extra rooms. I’ll check with Davina and Ralphy.”


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