She saw a slightly plump, wealthy woman pinching a young man's chin with one hand. In her other hand, she held a bottle of liquor, which she was recklessly pouring into his mouth.
The liquor gushed down from the corners of his mouth, over his chin, and onto his neck. His hair was plastered, soaking wet, to his forehead. He was a complete mess.
The woman turned to the side.
Annelise Valentine finally got a clear look at his face.
Ethan Adler!
'It's him!'
'I never thought I'd see him again, here, like this.'
She shot up from her barstool, her steps a little unsteady as she walked toward them.
Just as the woman raised the bottle again, ready to pour more liquor into Ethan Adler's mouth, Annelise Valentine yanked her aside.
She ignored the woman's curses.
Her attention was entirely on the man who was being so cruelly tormented.
"Are you all right?"
Ethan Adler seemed startled by the sudden turn of events and the familiar voice. His body trembled.
