I stared at the bottle of brandy on the bar and I was pretty sure I ordered two glasses. Amused, I flopped down on the barstool beside Amber and she turned her eyes to me.
"Did you finish the bottle?" I asked and she nodded her head.
"It's nice," She mumbled and I could see she was drunk. Her face was flushed with alcohol, eyes drooping. I narrowed my eyes at the guy and he shrugged.
"She asked for it," He protested and I sighed. Great, now I have to deal with a drunk Amber. I don't even know what kind of drunk she was. I have barely ever seen her drink.
"Just get the bill, please," I said and handed him my card. I turned my eyes at Amber who was staring blankly at her wedding ring. Brandy shouldn't get her so drunk. Did she ate anything the entire day?
"Are you alright?" I asked
