"Dimitri, please…. Just once more?"
"no Rose."
"please?" she pouted.
"Rose, we shouldn't be doing this." I said, waving my arms around the room.
"It's not like you didn't like it."
"I do like it. I love it. But that isn't the problem"
"Then what is?"
"if anyone sees me like this…" I started.
"Dimitri everyone here is drunk. They will probably think you are Sherlock Holmes coming alive what with your duster and hair."
"Fine. But this is the last time" I . I really couldn't resist her pleadings.
Rose brightened. I motioned for the waiter to bring us one more set of drinks. Me and Rose were having a game. Whoever finishes their shots first gets a week off from their work. We had already finished two rounds but she hasn't won yet. And by the look of it, she is going to keep ordering more rounds until she wins. And I have to drive her home. Maybe I should just let her win…
The waiter brought another 14 cups of drinks. 7 for me 7 for her.
"okay. One, two, !" she said already very drunk.
I gulped each glass bored.
Seriously this stuff was nothing compared to Russian vodka.
By the time I finished, Rose was only in her fifth drink . She had two more.
"lalalalalalalala" she sang.
…
Rose has gone high.
Uh-oh.