Chapter Sixteen

Drinks and the morning after!

I stopped counting after five drinks! I think I must be on drink number ten, not including the shots. At what point were they going to feed us? I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and my shoulder injury incident. Although, the alcohol was helping with the pain relief in itself. I’d probably regret the arm wrestle Tucker challenged me to after drink number six. Of course he won! It wasn’t even a competition. But I stupidly used my left arm, just in case he broke my right. I didn’t want two busted arms, or, at least that was the thought process behind it from a drunk Aida.

“What’s the time?” I say to Hong who didn’t even look drunk.

“9pm!”

“Shit, I’ve got to go!” I try to stand up from my log-seat and almost tumble forward. Hong catches me by my waist and steadies me.

“You okay?”

“Yep! But my bum is numb!” I say with a whine and start rubbing my bum cheek. Whoever made those seats didn’t plan for them to be sat on for five hours straight.

“Do you want me to