However, before that…
I needed to get drunk.
There was no way—absolutely no way—I'd be able to go through with this while sober. My mind was already a mess thinking about what was going to happen, and if I stayed clear-headed, I'd probably back out before even taking the first step.
"I see… get drunk, huh?" Gabrielle said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes narrowing just a little as if weighing the idea. "Well, that would certainly bring the mood a little more to our side," she added, her voice calm but carrying that playful edge she always had. "But… I can't drink."
That much was true—Gabrielle really couldn't drink. She was pregnant, after all.
"But," she went on, her lips curling up into a small, knowing smile, "if you really insist, then there's an array of something here in this cabinet." She turned her gaze toward the side, gesturing lazily with her hand. "Amy, if you'd please."
