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I tried not to tell him too much because I was sure he was doing the same. We ate every single thing on that tray and we opened the bottle of red wine. We were tipsy but I was sill very much alert. Supernatural creatures cannot get drunk on one bottle of wine, they have a high tolerance. So, I was just tipsy but it kept wearing off, so I drank more to get me that buzz. I did not want him to start asking me questions about why I am not drinking and make him think I am trying to get him drunk.

He seems to be drunk. I think he is a human since werewolves do not get drunk unless they drink special drinks which makes them crazy. The name of the special drink is called wolfsbane. I lay down in my bed. I am not sleepy now, so I have decided to think about the things that happened today to kill the time. When I am happy thinking about how Bruce looking at Betty, my door is opened.

"I mean, girl, you went Hulk on her ass. I never saw you so violent." "It's not me. It's alcohol." Licking my lips. "It might shock you, but I become a different person once I take a little drop of alcohol." "So, you turn into a She-hulk?" "I'm not that brutal." "Okay, so you are another person when drinking. It's no wonder you don't drink." "I don't know," I sighed, sulking back and letting my head hang on the couch, looking up. "Athena and Ares know about this and forbid me not to drink. They have to watch over me if I ever make a mistake."

Charlie added at this point, “Both of you shouldn’t expect someone to save you in this situation. I’m the nearest to you now. If you’re not honest or disobedient, I’ll kill both of you!” Spencer was frightened to see Charlie’s murderous glare, and he spoke with a pained expression, “Mr. Wade, I’ll drink! I’ll drink... Please...” After that, he grabbed the liquor glass with his trembling hands and brought it to his lips. Xavion, who was beside him, was not mentally ready to drink all the liquor yet. He had to drink so much liquor in a short time, and he could already imagine the intense burning in his mouth, throat, esophagus, and stomach. The more he imagined it, the more afraid he became.

I knew he must have seen me from the camera "Boss," Spider greeted turning to Mason and Ryan. "Hey guys, been a while," Spider smiled. Something he rarely does. I stood still, watching as he exchanged handshakes with my friends "How is she?" I asked Spider as we made our way into his house "Weak, she still isn't ready to say a word," Spider said and I nodded, making my way toward his stairs "Let's see how long she can keep quiet," I pulled out my phone, swiping through the video that had his twenty years old brother walking out of his apartment where he schools in Spain

Then he perched on a stool, and took a huge sip of his milky, sweet coffee and sighed. Tex glanced up from tipping the eggs into the pan. “Doing OK?” “I guess.” Spider drank more coffee, reconsidered. “Well… I will be. Right now, I’m still a bit – shaky.” “Shaky?” Tex sprinkled grated cheese on the eggs, watching Spider closely. “You scared, man?” “Sure I am,” Spider said. “I think I’d be crazy not to be scared, don’t you?” “Yep.” “But I’m not just shaky from that.”

“And you’re drunk off your ass in a bar full of creeps. So here we are.” He pulled me to a couch in the VIP section, his grip still annoyingly steady. I slumped into the seat, arms crossed like a sulky teenager. “You gonna babysit me now, too?” Spider didn’t answer right away. Just walked off. He came back with a bottle of water, some greasy fries, and that patented "you’re-a-dumbass-but-I-care" scowl he wore way too well. “I brought carbs. You're welcome.” “Wow. A gentleman,” I muttered.

Spider moves to shove him away from me, and a gun shoots and I hear his body falling. “No”, I let out, falling on my knees next to Spider. He got shot in the stomach. I start putting pressure. “Help, somebody help”, I let out, but no one moves a finger. They all look at each other while Chris sits and places his feet on the table with his arms behind his head. His smile is sick and vile.

I asked confused. "Werewolves don't get drunk. That is why we put silver in our drink to make us lower our immune to it. "So are you saying my drink was spiked" he didn't answer me, instead he walked over to the couch away from his desk and sat. He drove a hand through his hair. It seems like a family Gene.

Hades raised an eyebrow at the blush on his cheeks. -I see they are abusing the pantry- The boy shook his head happily. -The beta Siran allowed us to drink today, he said we could have a good time because you are back. You can tell he's in a good mood- And look at what a good mood. Hades thought to himself. Siran was not a consumer of alcohol and was just as strict with those around him. He claimed that it made them more indomitable than they already were. On the other hand, Sara was another story, she had an innate resistance to get drunk, whatever she took and her husband liked to indulge her.