Lucas gently pushed me to the chair and I sat down.
"You shouldn't have drunk that." He said in a lecturing tone, referring to the pina colada which I accidentally mistook for pineapple juice.
"I thought it was pineapple juice." I reasoned. "It tastes like pineapple juice! It's super delicious! More delicious than the plain pineapple juice you brought me." I exclaimed, framing my dizzy head with my hands. Wishing for the dizziness to just magically disappear.
Perhaps the drink hit me hard and I couldn't stop talking.
"It's sweetened pineapple juice, isn't it? But why was I drunk? Pineapple couldn't make someone drunk." I mumbled under my breath, wondering if I'm still making sense. But I don't care, I just wanted to talk.
"I said it's an alcoholic drink," Lucas replied, mildly irritated by my senseless question.
"Was it?" I asked innocently.
