Evelyn kept her silence; she felt upset.
'Just keep doing it. Let him get drunk and not wake up anymore."
The ladies continued to pressure him; Darryl's face was red after countless drinks. There were dozens of empty bottles around his feet.
Finally, Darryl could not take it anymore; h e fell asleep on the table.
The few ladies smiled as they shook Darryl's shoulders. "Darryl, wake up. Let's drink some more."
"He is drunk already?"
"That's no fun."
A few ladies stood up and said, "Circe, let's g o. He is so weak; it's no fun at all. Let’s go for a movie." Then they headed out of the room.
Circe felt sorry; she said to Megan, "Megan, I'm sorry. My friends are too playful. Darryl is drunk, did we interrupt both of you?"
Megan waved her hands. "No worries.
We're only here for a drink. Go ahead with your movies. I will send Darryl home."
"Fine, we shall make a move then." Circe nodded and left the place with the rest of her friends.
Megan and Darryl were the only ones left i n the room. Darryl was still asleep on the table.
Megan bit her lips as she looked closely at Darryl. She felt complicated.
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