CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

With one leg in front of the other, Luna continued walking to her room, making sure no bottle was hitting against the other.

By the time she got to her room, she was already a bit exhausted because of how tightly her hands were wrapped around the drinks.

Another issue that seemed to be a very big obstacle was her door. Opening it with the drinks in her hands seemed so hard.

"Fuck..." She muttered, with her eyes scanning the hallway. She slowly bent down and went on her knees, arranging the drinks in a circle. She stood up and cracked her back, before opening her door.

That was way easier than she thought, and she just took her drinks into her room with so much ease.

After Luna entered her room, she didn't lock her door like she was meant to. Instead, she ran to her bed and dropped the drinks on the bed, sitting beside them almost immediately.

Her eyes roamed around them in satisfaction. She really loved getting wasted whenever she was extremely sad, it was a co