❈❈Mila Pov❈❈"One more shot," I said, pointing at the bartender like I was making a life-changing decision."You've had like five shots," Ronan said, laughing."And I'm feeling great," I said. "So clearly I need more."Ronan was watching me like I was entertainment. Which, to be fair, drunk me probably was. I wasn't the type to get sloppy drunk — I was the type to get confident drunk. To think I was the hottest, smartest, funniest person in the room."Okay but like," I said, turning to face him on my barstool. "You gotta admit I was right about the Thai place last week.""You were right," he conceded. "But that doesn't mean you need to drink yourself into oblivion to celebrate.""I'm not trying to celebrate," I said. "I'm trying to forget that I just spent three months crying over people who moved on in like two seconds."He didn't say anything. He just ordered me water and made me drink it.But then like an hour later, I was back to shots. And then we were dancing. And then I was gr
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