Chapter 19

"I think you should slow down with the drinks," Rebecca says, grabbing the tequila shot before it reaches my mouth.

"No!" I say with a little more force than I mean to. After realizing Jacob is engaged and crying my eyes out, I decided I needed to drown my sorrows with alcohol in the company of people to help me forget Jacob ever existed. So naturally, the girls and I came to the club.

"Let her drink, Rebecca. She needs it," Tamara says, collecting the shot from Rebecca and handing it back to me. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. The liquor burns my throat on the way down, but it's nothing compared to the pain in my shattered heart.

"You know it won't help her forget about him," Rebecca argues.

"For now, it will," Tamara quips back.

"Who wants to dance?" I ask, playing with the shot glasses littering the table. "Why are there so many?"

Staring, I tilt my head to the side. I'm definitely wasted, because I'm seeing about fifty shots glasses currently.

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