Not to mention 10 cups, even half a cup could make someone lose consciousness. People with weaker bodies would have to go to the hospital for stomach bleeding.
When I took the bartending class, Daisy audited the class. She must know how strong the drink was. Now she even urged me to do that without hesitation. She didn't care about my life at all.
I smiled and nodded at Russ.
"Once Mr. Kennedy spoke, he would not take back his words. He definitely won't be joking with us."
Then, under the gloating eyes of everyone, I pushed the drink to Daisy and pretended to be hesitant with a frown.
"Daisy, I just took some cephalosporin for my cold this morning. You and I are close friends who share everything, so you care about Zack too, right?"
Daisy's face turned pale.
"But I don't drink, Catherine. Don't joke around. What if I lose and have to drink a beverage with such a high alcohol content?"
So she knew everything.
But I would not let her go.
With a long face, I said, "Didn't you say you can do anything for Zack? Is it a lie?"
Daisy clenched her fists in vexation, but she didn't move.
I paused for a moment.