Chapter 93: That Dark Stare

“Negroni is mine, not pineapple juice,” I told Enzo.

"That's too strong for you, Drey."

"What? It's just a cocktail!"

"Did you know you're not allowed to order liquors here? You're still a minor."

"Oh, cut the crap. I'll be eighteen by the end of the year. I'm only sixteen, I've been drinking worse than that. Don't baby me, Enzo. I'm not a child anymore."

She sighed. He glanced at the back and pointed the table next to mine. Later, Rustov's group approached. I face those with him, but I don't really know about their names. A man almost dropped his glasses when I looked. I craned my neck a bit and looked at Enzo lazily.

"What now, Enzo? Bring me my Negroni. Or what about I try another one? Do you have Death in the Afternoon here? Aunt Roberta?"

Enzo rubbed his forehead.

"Didn't you think you weren't too brave, Audrey? You just drank that pineapple juice!"

"Okay," I said and stood up. "I'll just go to somewhere else, after all you can't give me what I want."

"Audrey!"

I turned