Drink light, but Millie’s still slightly tipsy.

Millie and Tes didn’t rise up to Barry’s bait, with both going for ciders. Unfortunately, even then, Millie was slightly affected by the , and she swelled up with confidence that this sleazy douche would never claim her.

“Nice try, Barry,” she laughed. “I see through your puny attempts to get me, you hack.”

“Hmph. I already knew you weren’t as easy as the others, so I’m not particularly surprised,” Barry replied

“Hah! As if you could attract anyone, you ugly brute!”

That was a damn lie, and Millie knew it. As much of an asshole as Barry was, no one could deny that he frequently got his way with women. The was making her make some outrageous claims.

“Whoa whoa, no need for personal attacks! Tell you what: if you’re so confident, let’s make a bet.”

“A bet?”

“If I Barrow someone at this party, you’ll offer yourself to me. It shouldn’t be a problem, since I’m apparently an ugly brute.”