~Joan~

“Nice to see you're here,” I slurred as I finished the last of my drink. Denzel scowled, pulling out a chair and sitting across from me.

His eyes darted around, landing on the empty vodka bottles scattered across the table before meeting my gaze again.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I waved him off lazily.

“A little bit. But I'm still sober,” I muttered, signaling the waiter. I’d stumbled into this bar and just kept ordering ...