Waves Of Love(GL)

Chapter 17

Akari's POV

"First Kiss"

Solenn surprised us all when she suddenly joined in and started drinking. Who wouldn't be shocked? She had insisted earlier that she didn't drink alcohol, yet here she was, gulping down shots like water and getting ridiculously drunk.

I had only taken a few shots before stopping since I warned them about my low alcohol tolerance. Thankfully, they understood and didn't pressure me to drink more. But Solenn? She had already taken some of my shots earlier and was still going strong.

Was she that thirsty for alcohol? Seriously? This was the same woman who said she didn't drink!

She's unbelievable.

"Solenn, you're already drunk. Stop drinking," I said, taking the shot glass and liquor bottle away from her.

"What the-who's drunk?! M-me?! I'm not! I can still handle it! Give me back that liquor!" she whined, while the others laughed at her cuteness.

She was adorable, but that didn't mean I'd let her drink more.

"She's right, Solenn. Stop drinking already. You're completely wasted," Richard said, his tone firm.

"You shouldn't have had that much, especially since you're not a good drinker. You're so stubborn!" he scolded her.

For once, I agreed with him.

"You should go home and sleep. Take a rest, Solenn," he added, making the grumpy, drunk woman frown.

"He's right. Just listen, okay? I'll take you to your room," I said, worriedly standing up to help her.

"What do you think you're doing, Japanese Koala?! Let go of me!" she exclaimed, irritated, making everyone burst into laughter. Oh my goodness, she was really drunk.

"This is the first time I've seen Ma'am Solenn this wasted. Please take our boss to her room, Ma'am Megumi," one of the staff chuckled.

Everyone agreed, giggling at her behavior.

"I'm telling you, I'm not drunk! I-" She started protesting again, but I simply gave them a small, apologetic smile before dragging her away.

As we headed upstairs, she kept arguing with me. Jeez, was she always this chatty when drunk?

It felt like I was babysitting an eight-year-old. She was going to give me a headache-not from the liquor, but from her behavior.

"Finally, we're here. Now can you stay still and lay down on your bed?" I said, exasperated.

"Are you scolding me?" she asked, glaring at me.

"I'm not. Now, come here," I sighed, dragging her to the bed and forcing her to sit down.

"Stop treating me like a little girl, Ms. Sekiguchi!" she pouted.

But look at her-she was acting like one.

"Then behave and stay still. Lay down and sleep," I said, shaking my head.

"I don't want to! I'm not sleepy! I don't want to, okay?!" she whined again. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair.

"Fine! Then just stay still and stop talking so much. I'm not used to it," I said in disbelief.

"Stop talking to me like that! I'm not-uhhwakkk!"

She suddenly vomited.

On my shirt.

OH. MY. GOODNESS. THIS WOMAN.