_Zarelle’s POV_
The night air felt amazing against my hot cheeks. I leaned against the railing on the second floor of The Penthouse, trying to catch my breath. My head was still spinning a little from the drinking contest, but I had won. I smiled to myself. Good thing I came prepared tonight.
I blinked hard, trying to make the black dots in my vision go away. My phone was pressed between my ear and shoulder as I listened to the person on the other end.
“Hmm… Uh-huh… Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I said into the phone. The voice on the other end sounded worried. “No, there’s no need. I can find my way home… I’m having fun… Well, if you insist, I’ll wait for you… Drive safe…”
I hung up and stuffed my phone back into my clutch bag. Looking up at the night sky, I smiled at all the star
