"I'm not going back, I want to keep drinking..."
"Be good."
"I don't wanna be good! I wanna keep drinking!" she started throwing a tantrum.
Silas Lockwood could tell from her state that she was truly drunk.
He didn't waste any more words on her. Just like when they were children, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her right off the sofa.
Just then, a server walked in. He panicked at the sight.
"Sir, what do you think you're doing? Put the lady down, now!"
"Yeah... what do you think you're doing? Let go of me!" Isla Prescott pointed a drunken, threatening finger at Silas Lockwood, her eyes hazy. "This is a society with laws! If you try to kidnap me, I'll call the cops on you!"
The server grew even more flustered when he heard this.
The bar had been open for a long time, and while they'd had their share of strange customers, this was the first time he'd seen someone so brazenly try to carry off a drunk woman.
