The other side.
Annie Anne was awoken by the nausea in her chest.
Looking at the ceiling above her, she originally wanted to sit up, but the splitting headache made Annie Anne groan painfully.
Vaguely, she heard voices coming from outside the door.
"...Take care of yourself first...Battle...the person to deal with...plane..."
At this mont, the pain in Annie Anne’s head occupied most of her attention.
Thus, the voices outside were intermittent to her.
As her vision gradually cleared, Annie Anne glanced around at the furnishings and found herself in an unfamiliar room, making her imdiately alert.
What exactly happened yesterday?
Annie Anne’s hand pressing on the bed kept tightening, but her mories were cut off at this mont.
Just then, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
Instantly on guard, Annie Anne grabbed the quilt around her, wrapping herself up tightly, and glanced at the bedside, trying to find sothing to defend herself with.
"You’re awake, how are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"
However, the voice that sounded was so familiar to Annie Anne. She looked up and saw that the person who ca in was actually Campbell Prickly.
Annie Anne blinked her eyes, suddenly rembering that she seed to have t Campbell in the bar yesterday.
"I..."
Annie Anne pressed her lips together, her voice still a bit hoarse when she spoke.
The large amount of alcohol only brought discomfort and thirst, making Annie Anne frown uncomfortably.
Campbell imdiately poured Annie Anne a glass of water and handed it to her.
"You drank too much yesterday, and your phone ran out of battery, so I brought you here to rest."
While speaking, Campbell’s eyes seed to show a complicated expression, but Annie Anne, who was lowering her head to drink water, didn’t notice his unusualness.
At that mont, Annie Anne was thinking about whether she said anything strange or did anything odd yesterday.
She wasn’t quite sure about her drinking habits because... she had never drunk to the point of blacking out before.
Starting to worry slightly, Annie Anne was concerned that alcohol might numb her brain, and she might do sothing uncontrollable.
Her thoughts were a bit confused, so she didn’t hear Campbell’s subsequent question.
"Annie?" Campbell called her na again, snapping Annie Anne back to attention.
"I didn’t drag anyone to dance, did I?"
As she was in a daze and called out, Annie’s thoughts slipped out uncontrollably.
Her inexplicable words made Campbell’s expression sowhat puzzled.
Blushing, Annie Anne was just about to cough a few tis to cover her embarrassnt and guilt when Campbell suddenly turned serious, as if genuinely contemplating her question.
Watching him prop his chin with his fingertips, after pondering for a mont, he said to Annie Anne:
"You didn’t dance, but you seed to take a liking to the idea of being a bartender and repeatedly asked if I wanted to drink a cocktail made by you."
"Huh?"
Right now, Annie Anne wished she could find a hole in the room to crawl into.
She reached out to pull the quilt over her half face, speaking in a muffled voice.
"Then, did I do... anything else?"
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