Chapter 173 Running Into Randall

I felt a headache creeping in as I looked at the already tipsy Zia. "Look at yourself. You're completely drunk. Where's your address? I'll take you home." Her cheeks were flushed red, as if stained by the evening sun, and she shook her head furiously. "I'm not drunk! Who said I'm drunk? I just want to see Randall, Owen. You have to help me. I really, really need to see him…" Before I could respond, she downed another glass of alcohol. Panicking, I quickly grabbed the glass from her hand. "Stop drinking! Just tell me where you live so I can take you home. If you don't, I'll have to drop you at a hotel!" The last thing I wanted was to be dragged into a situation like the one I'd read about on the news earlier—someone dying from drinking after a breakup, and the companion being held accountable. That thought alone had me on edge. Zia made a weak attempt to grab her glass back, but her movements were so slow it was almost laughable. Her head bobbed, and before I knew it, she