Addictive pleasure

Eleonor returns to the bar, feeling the eyes of the woman (who offered herself to Giovanni) on her, but she doesn't care. And doesn't even look up when he passes her and goes back to the table. She leans on the counter and calls out to the bartender for another shot of tequila.

Lisette watches Giovanni sits down at the table, and the tanned brunette rubs herself against him again. She rolls her eyes and looks annoyed. “One for me too.”

The man puts the glasses on the counter the same way he did before. Eleonor slammed the small glass brutally on the wood after turning the clear shot over. She turns the sangria in one go, to alleviate the taste that didn't seem so bad anymore — perhaps the taste of anger is influencing her palate.

Lisette looks at her in surprise and does the same. As the sangria goes down her throat, and she sucks on the lemon, faces her friend and says: “Don't let him blow your evening, Elle.”

“Blow it? No, I'm going to have the best night ever.”

“That sounds ext