Proper Brit
Le stage
Everyone's reactions kicked in.
""What the fuck? Is she drunk? Did she drink?"
"What the hell? I was just joking! Are you ok? What did you drink?"
People were being too optimistic. They had yet to analyse the situation. Laou had to push for an answer. If this stubborn bartender wasn't budging, he wasn't. And he would more that just 'not'. He continued.
"She was in a fine enough state when she walked in! She took a little sip, and boom! I saw the shock in her eyes. This wasn't just a random faint. You have to answer. You have to. Now."
Laou turned to Ivana, who was ensuring Alexa was ok.
"Ivana. You can do something, right?"
Laou turned back.
"If she wakes up... I can't imagine what'll happen. You better confess now."
""What the fuck? Is she drunk? Did she drink?"
"What the hell? I was just joking! Are you ok? What did you drink?"
People were being too optimistic. They had yet to analyse the situation. Laou had to push for an answer. If this stubborn bartender wasn't budging, he wasn't. And he would more that just 'not'. He continued.
"She was in a fine enough state when she walked in! She took a little sip, and boom! I saw the shock in her eyes. This wasn't just a random faint. You have to answer. You have to. Now."
Laou turned to Ivana, who was ensuring Alexa was ok.
"Ivana. You can do something, right?"
Laou turned back.
"If she wakes up... I can't imagine what'll happen. You better confess now."