Logan's POV

I was still sitting there, trying to regain consciousness amidst the gnawing dizziness. But when Scarlett approached me, I could tell that I was no longer fit to continue. She looked at me with concern. “Logan, are you okay? You’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’m fine,” I answered hoarsely, trying to smile even though I knew I couldn’t stand properly.

Scarlett shook her head, her eyes sharp as she assessed my condition. “You should go home. I’ll take you. Don’t worry about the others. Let me take care of this.”

Reluctantly, I stood up, but my body refused to obey. My legs felt wobbly, and I nearly...