Chapter 331

  “Whatever you have that’s going to get me smashed in

  the shortest amount of time.” Leila eyes the bar tender, wildly tossing that choppy blonde hair back off her

  face. She’s dressed to kill, wearing a strapless, short, tight, electric blue dress with killer spiked heels that look rather dangerous. Steel spikes sticking out the rears with a defiant look welded to her face. She’s been this way since we picked her up at her apartment and she’s not our usual, bubbly, happy Leila at all.

  “I’m not getting smashed tonight.” Sarah cuts in. “I have work tomorrow and last time was brutal; we cooked seafood all day. Do you know how bad raw seafood is when you’re hungover?” She grimaces at the memory.