"Mhmm," Vernon nodded obediently and gave both of his hands to her to pull.
Helena smiled at his obedient expression and pulled his hands.
"Miss Lena, where are you going? The party isn't over yet," Ken came to them before they left and asked.
"He is drunk. I am sending him to his room," Helena said.
"No. I am not drunk," Vernon said.
Helena nodded at him and then smiled at Ken.
Ken smiled, "Yes. He is not drunk. Most importantly, you are not drunk, Ms. Lena. You have to be drunk before leaving this party."
Helena felt her head ache. She sighed and said, "I am actually drunk."
Ken chuckled, "Which drunk says he or she is actually drunk? Look at Mr. Ernie. He is a great example."
"Yes. I am a great example, and I am not drunk. Hehe. Hic." Vernon even hiccuped at the end of his words.
Ken laughed as Vernon clearly helped him with his point.
Helena gritted her teeth and pinched his waist secretly.
"Ahh! Babe. Why are you pinching me in the waist? It hurts!" Vernon said.
