Rain’s POV

"Me? How much did you drink?"

I asked the Woodhead, although I could see that the drama queen had already downed too much to even walk straight, then she was definitely not going to recognise me. But there was something- something in her voice which was bothering me...bothering me to the core, something like pain!

But again, before I would have reached a conclusion, she jumped into the conversation.

'No wait wait, conversation requires two people talking and replying simultaneously, but what she is doing is nothing like conversation...or is it?'

"Me? Who, me? I don't drink much...you know that I have a low alcohol tolerance, unlike you...so...