The Drunk Confessor

"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."

Shree's Perspective

"One more!" I ordered slurring and the flamboyant lad across the table slid the white sparkling water to me.

"Thank you Mr. Hottie!" I simpered and he gave me a vibrant smile. Chugging the empty glass down, I raised my hand, "One more!"

"Ma'am..." He spoke out hesitantly, oh how sweet, I cupped my palms and put my chin on it. "Don't call me ma'am, call me Shree. Butu, on second thoughts."

"Okay, so I guess you're tipsy. I believe you should stop now." He said, retreating the glass from me and I stopped him,