Chapter 16. Midnight Mate

Zara’s POV

“Jeez Zara. Easy on the liquor, girl!” Rob called out from behind as he watched me wash down the last dregs of my umpteenth glass of burning Dragonian scotch down my throat.

I seemed to be so possessed with the hard core drink the moment I tasted it for the first time tonight that I could not find it in me to part away with the evilly addicting nectar even for a second!

Ughh.

I am a bad, bad girl now.

Hehe.

“I can’t help it, Robbie baby. I love this shit,” I laughed and held out my glass for the drone to serve me out seconds.

“No, Zara. You ain’t drinking that anymore, babe. You have a dance fight after this!” Rob cooed and managed to separate me from my glass and led me away from the bar area.

“What the fucking fuck, Rob? Let go of me. I wanna drink,” I rambled while struggling under his grip.

“Oh Nick! Here you are. Now you know what you have to do, right? Do it on my count of three and make sure to do it in o