The One

Drunk Mission Backfire

After shaking their booties on the pulsating dance floor, the two sisters ascended to the VVIP Room with an air of mischief, raising their glasses in a toast to the most ludicrous reasons they could think of—anything to entice the boys to down their drinks. Shots flowed freely as Karol, eyes sparkling with exuberance, called for another round, urging Leonard and Benjamin to slam their drinks down while the quiet hostess faded into the shadows, watching the whirlwind of energy within her domain.

Unbeknownst to Karol, Leonard had discerned her playful scheme and smirked to himself; after all, werewolves could never get intoxicated on mere human alcohol. The only thing that could send them into a drunken stupor was an illicit blend of nectar, the most potent brew that would leave them inebriated after just a few shots.

Suddenly, a drunken Benjamin erupted from his seat, hollering, "Woohoo! Let's get drunk!" as he downed another shot. Karol chuckled, her eyes brightening at his enthusiasm, and offered him another, testing the limits of his already wavering sobriety. Benjamin mindlessly knocked back two shots in quick succession. A rather tipsy Sharon chimed in, her voice ringing with excitement, "I support that idea!" and joined her friend in the revelry.

With a sharp turn of her head, Karol caught her sister just as she was about to knock back a shot of Devil's spring vodka. "Babe, you need to slow down on those shots," she interjected, snatching the glass away with a protective instinct.

Sharon blinked slowly, pouting as she protested, "Calm down, I'm not drunk! I'm fine," her words slurring slightly as she pushed Karol's hands away and resolutely downed the shot anyway.

Karol sighed deeply, a mixture of exasperation and affection, as she took hold of her mojito. "Said the very drunk lady who thinks she isn't drunk at all," she muttered, sipping her drink while throwing a glance at Leonard. He smiled knowingly at her mutterings and added, "Don't worry, Karol. I'm here to protect you three, that's what you're paying me for," before slamming back another shot right in front of her, a devil-may-care grin on his face.

Setting her mojito down, Karol leaned back on the plush sofa, her brow furrowing playfully. "Say, Leo, why aren't you drunk yet?" she queried, raising an eyebrow in feigned innocence.

Leonard smirked, tossing back another shot without so much as a grimace. "Probably because I have a high alcohol tolerance," he replied, yet something in his gaze shifted, a flicker of concern as Karol narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "That's odd, considering you've drank more than we have. You should be merrier than a werewolf at a full moon by now," she challenged, studying him intently.

"Fine, if you think I'm not drunk, why don't we bottom up the rest of those drinks?" Leonard quipped, gesturing at the untouched shots still languishing on the rack.

At that moment, a tipsy Sharon rallied from her perch, shouting, "I'm in!"

"And the devil is alive," Karol said, shaking her head disapprovingly, while her sister hollered, "YO BENJAMIN! WAKE UP STUPID! LET'S TOAST!" tossing a handful of peanuts at the hapless boy sprawled across the sofa.

Leonard gave Benjamin a few gentle shakes, "Yo Benjamin, my man. Wake up. The boss calls you," punctuating his words with light jabs, and soon Benjamin's groggy eyes fluttered open.

Sharon glared at him, then shifted her attention back to Leonard, slapping Benjamin's arm as she yelled, "Stupid drunk Benjamin! Wake up! You idiot! Get up, let's toast!" her shots raised high.

Benjamin swung his arms lazily, exclaiming, "I'm up, Sharon, I'm up! Geez, can't you be as ladylike as my adorable baby girl Karol?" His gaze landed longingly on Karol, making exaggerated kissing motions.

A tipsy Sharon rolled her eyes at him, "Who's cute?! Who?! Karol?! She's cute?! Please! She's the devil in the flesh!" She pinched Karol's cheek, making a ridiculous kiss face in unison.