She gets drunk after two more

Camila pours Lydia two more drinks, as she complains, the younger lady does not even notice the strong pours her movements quick and precise as she mixes the cocktails. Lydia downs the drinks without hesitation, her eyes growing glassy as the **** takes effect.

As Lydia continues to complain about her life, her voice growing louder and more slurred with each passing moment, John walks into the backyard, his eyes locked on Lydia's face. He stands at the back of the room, watching her with a smirk on his face as she continues to drink.

"I'm so sick of being stuck in this dead-end town," Lydia says, her voice growing louder as she stumbles over her words. "I'd do anything to make it big, you know?"

John's smirk grows wider as he listens to Lydia's words.

John steps forward, his smirk growing wider as he listens to Lydia's drunken ramblings. "What are you doing here, Lydia?" he asks, his voice sharp and demanding. Lydia looks up at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "I-I don't know," she stammers, her voice slurred. "Camila invited me over for a drink."

John's eyes locked onto Camila's, a sly smile spreading across his face. "You're stealing from me, Camila," he said, his voice low and menacing. Camila's smile mirrored John's, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, no, John, Lydia said it was okay," she lied, her voice sweet and innocent. Lydia's glassy eyes flickered towards Camila, a look of confusion crossing her face.

"What do you mean?" Lydia slurred, her words running together. "I didn't say it was okay..." Camila's smile grew wider, her eyes never leaving John's as she continued to spin her web of deceit.

"She said you would not mind, and you were all out of town," Camila said, her voice dripping with innocence as she batted her eyelashes at John. Lydia's gaze wavered between the two of them, her eyes struggling to focus as the vodka continued to take its toll.

"What's going on?" Lydia slurred, her words running together as she stumbled forward, her hand grasping for the back of the chair to steady herself. John's eyes locked onto hers, a calculating glint in his gaze as he took a step closer to her.