Drunk

“Who told you to drink so much?” Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the quiet of the apartment, echoing down the hallway.

Grunting under the dead weight, Vanessa gripped Camilla’s waist. On the opposite side, Donovan held her other arm, his breathing heavy as they dragged her across the threshold.

“You know you cannot handle your alcohol,” Vanessa snapped, her heels clicking aggressively agains