Chapter 2"Another shot, please," Celine mumbled, her voice thick as she slid the empty shot glass across the sticky, scarred wooden counter toward the bartender.The bartender, a tired looking man named Pete, paused his glass wiping and looked at her with a mix of pity and annoyance. "Ma'am, with all due respect, you have already had eleven shots of premium tequila," he said, holding up a warning hand. "I think you have hit your limit for the night.""So?" she challenged, tilting her chin up. Her vision was blurring at the edges, the neon signs behind the bar dizzying into smears of hot pink and bright blue. She glared at him, trying to summon the terrifying authority she used to command in the operating theater, but her face was flushed and she could barely sit straight."So, you are about to pass out. Or, most likely, get seriously sick," Pete told her flatly, crossing his arms. "I cannot legally serve you anymore.""Just give me the bottle! It is the only thing helping right now!
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