Drunk And Drugged

‘Okay.’ I got up from the sofa, grabbed the Masseto and drank straight from the bottle. I pretended it was just grape-flavoured Fanta. No big deal. I could handle it. Ferguson’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I finished the entire bottle without stopping. I plonked the empty bottle back on the glass table and wiped my mouth. ‘There. It’s done. I know you’re a man of your word, Mr Ferguson. You can give the signed contract to my Aunt Rainey. Now if you’ll excuse me.’ Ferguson was in too much shock to stop me. I paused when I walked past Queen Bitch, whose jaw was on the floor. ‘Aunt Rainey, you still don’t know me very well. I can REALLY hold my liquor.’ I was my father’s daughter, after all. ‘Wait!’ She tried to grab my arm. I slung my Christian Dior Book Tote over one shoulder. Its hard edge almost hit her in the face. Rainey recoiled. I sauntered out. As soon as the door closed behind me, I swayed on my feet. My knees grew weak. A fire started in my stomach and was blaz