Veronica's POV “Another shot.”I ordered half drunk. The bartender looked at me with bewilderedment.“Are you sure you can handle another shot, ma'am? You looked like you had your fill. This should probably be your limit.” The lady advised, studying me carefully.I leaned closer to her, my eyes squinted slightly.“Are you here to serve me my shots whenever I need them or are you here to lecture me on what to do? Do you want me to call your manager?.” I threatened, my voice laced with hatred and discomfort at her nosiness.“I am so sorry ma'am. I was only concerned.” She apologized and poured out another shot of tequila and handed it to me.A smirk surfaced in my face.“Save your concern for yourself. I don't need it!”. I bellowed, catching the attention of people in the bar.I could feel I was getting a bit tipsy. As a person with strong alcohol tolerance, I could feel myself slowly losing the grip of my own reality and drowning in the make-believe of alcohol.I quickly downed the en
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