Suddenly, there was another burst of noise from their side. Lysandra had lost. She leaned half against Roland, rubbing her temples. “Roland, I’m feeling dizzy and it seems like I’ve had too much to drink. Could you help me?”
Roland must have drunk quite a bit himself. Hearing Lysandra’s words, he frowned as he looked at the row of drinks in front of him.
The scene before me was reminiscent of a welcome party for Lysandra a year ago. That day was my birthday, but Roland, unusually, wasn’t to be found all day. Late at night, I received a call from an unknown number, which turned out to be Lysandra saying that Roland was drunk and asking me to pick him up. When I hurried to the private room, they were all laughing heartily. It turned out that Lysandra had lost at a game of Truth or Dare and had deliberately set me up. I was immediately infuriated and ready to leave when Roland leaned in and warned me, "Selena, everyone here is my friend. Don’t embarrass me!"
At that time, I still loved him deeply and sat back down despite my grievances. Just like tonight, when Lysandra lost and was punished with alcohol, she turned to Roland for help, even though he had already drunk quite a bit.