Drunk

"Gosh. Why you shmell sho good, hmm? And why my world ish kinda shpinning right now?"

Because Cyleen was so drunk, she's talking in a drunkard manner that even I, don't understand what she's really talking about.

"Mr. Jordan, you can go back at the function hall. Let me take Ms. Jaranilla in her room for her to rest."

It's Mr. Thompson whose keep on following me while I'm carrying Cyleen outside the function hall in a bridal way. This woman got drunk in a broad day light! I wanted to be mad at her but I can't. It's my fault anyway.

"It's okay, Mr. Thompson. I'm gonna take care of her. Tell Mrs. Howkins to take charge for a while."

I said.

"Are you sure, Mr. Jordan?"

"Yeah."

I said and continued walking at the hall way. Mr. Thompson don't have a choice but to do what I said.

"Ish it you, Mr. Jordan?"

Cyleen asked. I didn't answered.

"Or are you Mr. Autensio?"

Just hearing that name makes me mad!

"Shut up!"

I said.