Chapter 64. You Look Just Like Her

Erica’s POV

Out of the corner of my eyes I watched Chris drink all night. As soon as he would empty his glass, Lynne would fill it up again with whiskey. By the end of the night he was stumbling over his own feet and slurring his words.

As Romeo calls for last call I watch in horror as Chris tries to get to his feet but he trips slightly before catching himself on the bar. I can’t believe what I am seeing. It takes an obscene amount of alcohol to get a werewolf drunk.

“Exactly how much did you give him?” I ask Lynne not daring to take my eyes off of him.

“A couple bottles?” She shrugs her shoulders as he wipes down the bar. “I thought he could handle it.”

“He has never drank before,” I press the palm of my hand to my forehead to try and relieve some of the tension that is building. “Exactly how many bottles did you give him?”

“Four or Five,” Lynne laughs as she watches Chris try to stand once again.

“Fuck,” I groan. “He is wasted.”