"Thanks." I clinked my glass of juice against hers.

Harps finished her drink and flopped back on the couch. From the way she looked, I figured she was already a bit tipsy.

"You've got to try this drink, it's amazing," she said, waving down the bartender and ordered one for me.

I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t have it. Before long, the drink arrived.

"Come on, taste it!" Harps urged, excitedly.

I couldn't resist, so I ...