Kendra’s P.O.V:

“Miss, I’m sorry but I can’t give you any more alcohol.”

I lifted my head with much difficulty and gave the bartender a stern glare. “Whatta meen yoo cunt?”

Did I just say cunt? Maybe? Who knows?

I tried to look around, but my head felt too heavy. Where was I? Why did my head feel so weird? I don’t know what this feeling was, but I need more of it. This was good.

“Miss? Miss, are you alright?” The new bartender asked. I wish it were Josh...He’d have given me more alcohol.

“Miss, do you need me to call you a cab?” The bartender was saying.

Suddenly,...