The wine Judas ordered for me is rosé. It tastes sweet and really delicious. More delicious than any other alcoholic beverage I've tasted before. And not that I've tasted many, but at least it beats beer and whiskey.
Judas orders a full bottle for the table and although he won't let me have more than three glasses, I somehow manage to drink more by stealing from his and Nedime's drinks.
And it turns out I'm a lightweight, because I got completely wasted. By drinking the same wine Tayson, a little kid, consumes.
I've never been drunk before, only tipsy. I think I don't like being drunk. I'll never be drunk again.
"Judas... don't be mad at me," I beg, squeezing his arm and walking beside him to the car, stumbling stupidly several times. He sighs heavily and wraps his arms around my wai
