Isabella’s POV

“To our department’s ace!”

Several glasses clinked together. And the table’s occupants were so far into their cups, that most of the beer ended up on the table during the cheer.

My flush was mostly due to embarrassment. “Please don’t go around calling me that,” I groaned, looking around at everyone’s flushed face. Everyone would need to be driven home tonight.

Everyone was already too drunk to notice that I ...