Page 117 of Knot Their Starlet

I make a face, shaking my head to get rid of the burn.

I may be experienced enough drinking these to not need a chaser most nights, but I’m also not drunk enough for it to go down like water. Yet.

I intend on getting there.

Healthy?

Definitely not.

But I’m sure Nancy has said something about healing not being linear, and I don’t want to be linear right now.

I reach for the remaining two shots.

“Whoa there,” Eli growls, taking both of them out from under me.

Hmmm, maybe I am drunk, because that seemed far too easy for him to do.

Actually, he’d probably be able to snatch those away from sober-me too.

I pout, narrowing my eyes on him.

Him and his stupid handsome face and stupid alpha reaction times.

“That’s enough for you,” he grunts.

“You gonna waste those, Mr. Party-Pooper?”

“How mature,” he sneers.

The intensity of his glare doesn’t lessen one bit as he throws back both shots.

The intensity of my glare only increases when he has absolutely no reaction to them.

Does he have to one-up me at everything?

“Maybe I shouldn’t drink,” Leo chuckles. “We’ll need someone to drive us back⁠—”

The moment his drink hits the table, I swipe it away and shoot it down.

My jaw clenches as I fight back my internal reaction, but this third shot goes down a whole lot easier than the first two.

Perfect.

Just what I’m looking for.

“Leo,” Elijah says, exasperated. He scrubs a hand down his face.

“Shit, I didn’t expect her to do that!” Leo leans down in front of me, and I flash a loopy smile at him. “Well, at least you look like you’re having a good time.”

“Oh, I’m having a great time,” I say, bumping Beck’s hip with mine to gesture that I want to get out of the booth.

“Are you okay, Starlight?” he murmurs, pitching his voice low.

His hand rests on my waist to steady me as I find my balance on my heels.

“I’m totally good. Gucci, even.” I flash him an okay sign with my hand.

Maybe I am drunk.