Catherine’s POV
"My drink has finished," I slurred, sliding the empty glass cup toward the bartender. "Give me more. I told you to give me the strongest mixture you have but you gave me something mild. I could sue you for not heeding to my instruction, you know?"
The bartender, a young man in his early twenties, darted me a fed up look.
"Do you have anyone who you can call, ma'am?" He asked. "You're not in a condition to go home on your own at all."
"Who said anything about going home?" I drawled. "There's nobody at home. Liam and Leo are currently having a sleepover at the daycare."
"You'll have to go home eventually, Miss, and I'm really worried for you," He said, pouring a mixture into my cup.
The moment I tasted the drink, I spat it out and darted the bar man a glare.
"You gave
