Back inside the bar, Anna frowned. "Where did Betty go?" she asked, squinting around as if Betty might magically appear between the tables.
Kathrine rolled her eyes and leaned back, folding her arms over her chest. "Didn't you ask her to leave because it was getting late?" she said, genuinely unsure how her otherwise sharp sister could turn so… clueless when drunk.
This was the first time Kathrine had ever seen Anna drink. She had always assumed Anna would be the graceful, silent type.
Instead, here she was, slurring slightly and blinking far too slowly. Kathrine glanced at the two empty glasses on the table and sighed.
"So this," she muttered, "is the legendary Anna-after-two-drinks."
A headache throbbed behind her temples, strong enough to make her consider ordering a drink herself. Maybe alcohol was contagious.
