"Are you sure? You're so drunk."
"I'm not drunk. No need to walk me inside."
"I'm worried about you?" Mert asked with a chuckle. "You drank two shots of brandy, one shot of scotch and one shot of vodka. There's no way you're not drunk."
"I just want to try everything. Besides, my dad is very fierce. I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Ohh I see," said Mert in a long tone of voice. He sounded like he was teasing me instead of understanding my current state.
My head has an incredible hangover. My vision is blurry and often out of focus. Even now Mert's face had three heads wagging cutely like he was a car ornament on Axel's car.
"But I'm worried about you, Ivy. I'll walk you inside."
"You don't have to."
