"James." I slurred my word a little.

"Lorraine, have you been drinking?" He came inside and cupped my face.

"Yes, just a couple glass of reds. I'm self-medicating. I've told you about this already, I'm good. I'm wearing my flats, I can walk straight. The alcohol will burn out by the time we arrive at the restaurant, where ever it is we're going to. So, you better make it a bit further." I was grinning wide at him.

"Why don't we just order in okay? And why are you still self-medicating? ...