Jasmine's POV
I received a phone call from my little sister right after I stepped out from my place of employment. She needed me to come get her and take her home from a bar-- she'd had a few drinks. And by a few drinks, I mean she'd been heavily drinking and now she was intoxicated.
I found the bar after walking for half an hour. She was sitting at a table surrounded by beer bottles. Her eyes were slightly closed and she was holding onto a beer bottle like she was holding on for dear life.
What the hell?
"Zen, what are you doing?" I asked furiously, embarrassed to see her in such an unusual state.
"Hi *hiccup* Jassy," she answered.
"Come on, get up. I'm taking you home!"
"No, I'm not ready yet anymore. I need to finish drinking this beer."
"What the hell are you doing Zenia?" I as
