Melody Monroe quickly pulled the glass away. "No! We have to keep drinking! If you don't drink, are you chickening out?"
'Chickened out?' A hint of a smile touched Evan Fairchild's eyes.
"Melody, Melody, come on, stop drinking. Have something to eat first." Director Walsh was terrified that Melody Monroe was about to ruin everything.
'How could she say President Fairchild chickened out?!'
"No! No eating!"
Director Walsh: …
"Kevin, why don't you take Melody home first?"
"Okay." Kevin Coleman stood up and moved to help Melody Monroe.
Melody Monroe suddenly threw a hand onto Evan Fairchild's shoulder. He reached out to steady her, worried she might fall.
Instead, she plopped right down onto his lap and leaned into his arms.
The move left the other three people completely stunned!
That… That was way too bold!
But Melody Monroe really had drunk too much. There were two bottles of wine; one was empty, and the other was more than halfway gone!
