“No, you don’t sit in the nosebleed section,” Alicia agreed easily, nonchalantly picking up her glass. “But today you worked in it.” And took a sip of her wine. George might not be pacing himself, but she had long ago learned that trying to cut him off would just lead to a fight. Besides, when he was ready for an intervention it wouldn’t take place in public, so until then, she would help him out and make sure that he didn’t do any harm to himself or others. Who knew? Maybe them talking tonight had meant that he hadn’t had time to drink a third drink during the time he had had two.
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