Isabella wasn't thinking. Not clearly anyway. She had already had more to drink than normal. And she was one of those girls with absolutely no constitution. She could handle the little bit she had most of the time because she had it so often. It was just a couple drinks and then head home. But she had already lost count of how many drinks she'd had. And now they were digging into the firewhiskey.
Pulling herself up on the counter, Bella situated the bottle between her thighs. She grabbed up the glass and swallowed a couple of gulps. It burned on the way down, but it was a good burn. Her chest and cheeks started to flush a bit. In fact, Bella popped the top button on her shirt to keep from getting over-heated. She reached up and pulled her hair free of its tie, shaking it free. "How're you handling all this firewhiskey? Got anything like it in the States?"