sixty eight

Esme pov

The man left looking at me like I had gone crazy. I couldn't argue with him on that. I blame it solely on him. another refreshment passed by and I reached for another drink on the tray. Swirling the glass in my palm before I tried to take another sip in my mouth only to have it taken away from me immediately. What in utter bullshit?

"Give me back my drink. It's not yours" I whined. My voice came out softer than I intended. I wanted to curse the shit out of them. I banged my wrist on the person's firm build. I felt too dizzy to assert my full strength. My head dropped down onto them as I let my whole body weight fall weakly into their arms.

"How many have you had to drink" I'd recognized that deep raspy voice anywhere.

"Why do you sound like someone I know, " my vision doubled making it hard to focus on the person in front of me.

Lucien pov