I watch as Belle grabs her sister and jerks her around to faceher. They’re yelling back and forth, but I’m too far away tohear much of anything. As I approach, though, I can tell Eliseis having a hard time staying on her feet.
“Are you drunk?” Belle screams. “Who served you? You don’teven have a driver’s license!”
“I d-didn’t drink any… anything,” Elise slurs.
“Oh my God. Are you on drugs?” Belle turns back and looksat me, her eyes wide and terrified. And I want nothing morethan to solve this for her.
I turn around and immediately spot the man responsible. He’sblonde and muscled, but in a way that says he spends all of hisfree time in the gym. His bulk is for aesthetics, not
functionality. And he’s watching Belle and Elise with horroron his face
