"What's going on with you?" Ximena asked. Zaria looked worried after getting the call from Desmond.
"He is acting strange." She sighed and threw her phone onto her bed. "Whatever. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. He won't say a word even if I beg him right now."
"Do I need ammunition?" Ximena asked threateningly and Zaria laughed.
"Of course not."
Three tequila shots later, Ximena's phone vibrated with a text message. Her nose scrunched up when she realized that it was Liam's. "What does he want?"
"Take a look." Zaria urged.
She unlocked her phone and read his text message then she burst into laughter. "He wants to meet for a talk tomorrow."
Zaria frowned and rubbed her eyes as if that would clear out the drunkenness. She was starting to slur. "Do you want to talk to him?"
"Do I have a choice?" Ximena slurred.
"To make him shove his want up his ass, yeah." Zaria drunkenly suggested.
