After her fifth shot, Paige was tipsy already. She couldn't get herself. Zane stared keenly at her to make sure she was really drunk. He even waved his hand at her.

"Um, Paige, how many fingers am I holding up?" He asked.

"Fourty six" she said and laughed. Zane smirked and brought out the paper. He quickly rushed to her room and took a pen.

He rushed back to her and squatted before her.

"Paige?"

"Yes Zane Zane, Zane..." She called his name thrice and giggled. He watched her as she took the bottle and poured herself a drink.

He stopped her and took the bottle from her.

"You won't...