Just one more...

They watched her carefully as she glanced through the menu one more time. She had already finished her standard glass of red wine. Tonight though she wanted a second one though or maybe a cocktail to spice things up. They were weary though. This could end badly.

"Emery, we are fine with you getting another drink if you eat something too." From Laurel's tone this was not a suggestion.

"I would like a mojito and a plate of fries please," Emery ordered with an excited smile. To her friends, "I ate a lot today, I promise!"

Emery was hypoglycemic meaning alcohol was more poison than treat. It would happily leave her ill and confused as her sugar levels plummeted. Alcohol might make her laugh come more easily but it cared little for her personally. Adam, her boyfriend, had been woken up more times than he cared for after a night out with her shaking and sweating, needing him to bring her something to eat to steady herself again.

Her mojito came filled to the top with a few mint leafs floating. Stir, sip, and she handed her drink to her boyfriend.

"I can't handle that. Here you go. Mojito on me, babe. Oh that was too much. Where are the fries?"