Pursuing Her Chapter 283

Chapter 283

Tristan Is Drunk “It's a gathering, so let's have some alcohol,” suggested Sunny all of a sudden. He

was too scared to outright fight Tristan, so he figured he'd settle for getting the guy drunk. The

Wheelers had five members, so there was no way Tristan could out-drink all of them. “Sure.” Mark

got up and went to retrieve a treasured bottle of vodka. He had spent a fortune to buy that bottle.

Sunny stared when he saw Mark returning with that particular bottle. Isn't that his most treasured

bottle of vodka? Why is he getting it for us? Mark ignored Sunny's stare. He simply popped the

bottle open and poured everyone half a glass of vodka. Sophie knew her alcohol well. Even the

scent of the vodka was exquisite. She picked up her glass and sipped some. The taste was perfect.

“This is amazing,” complimented Sophie before she took another sip. “Is it really that good?” asked

Ysabelle. She had never had vodka before, but the way Sophie appeared satisfied made Ysabelle

take a sip. “Oh, my gosh!” She wasn't used to the liquor and almost spat everything out. Sophie

couldn't help giggling when she saw Ysabelle struggling like that. The former got the latter a piece

of tissue. “Maybe you should just stick to regular wine.” The vodka was good, but the alcohol

content was ridiculously high. For those who had never taken vodka before, it was easy for them to

get drunk quickly. “Mr. Tristan, this is the first time we drink together. I'm sure you won't turn down

our offer to drink up, right?” I'm sure the rich are acquainted with exotic vodkas like these. “Of

course not,” replied Tristan as he picked his glass up. He wasn't an idiot and knew that the vodka

was so rare that it was virtually impossible to procure it, even with all the money in the world. He

sipped at the liquor. Not bad. “Thank you for your treat today.” “Come on. We're all men here, so

what's with all the excess politeness? Let's just drink up,” replied Sunny immediately. He had only

suggested getting some alcohol because he wanted to get Tristan drunk. “Okay, if you say so,”

replied Tristan. He knew what Sunny was planning right away. This kid has been hostile toward me

from the very beginning. It's obvious what his plans are. “I'm young and can be hotheaded

sometimes, Mr. Tristan. Please don't take my rude words earlier to heart. Here, I will drink up to

apologize for that,” said Sunny. He downed an entire shot after that. Tristan picked up his glass and

downed his drink as well. Sunny was just a punk to him, so he couldn't care less. Mark filled his own

glass. He didn't say anything, but he nodded at Tristan and raised his drink at the latter before

downing it. Tristan topped up his glass and tossed back another shot. The three other band

members took turns toasting Tristan. After that, Sunny started the cycle again. Ysabelle inched

toward Sophie and whispered, “What do we do, Sophie? The tension between the men is so high.” I

knew it. Uncle Tristan being here causes all sorts of trouble. Sophie poured herself another glass of

vodka. She enjoyed her drink and watched from the side. “Ignore them. Just enjoy your food.” “Oh,

okay.” Can Uncle Tristan handle drinking against all five of them? It'd be so embarrassing for him if

he puked in front of Sophie. Sunny was the first one to fall after having too many shots. He

collapsed against the couch and just laid there. Mark and Tristan battled until the very end. Mark

was a man of few words, but it was clear he didn't like Tristan either. That was understandable since

they were all super protective of Sophie. “That's enough. It's getting late,” said Sophie to put a stop

to everything. The two of them had drunk too much, and if they continued, they would end up in

the hospital. “Okay.” “Okay.” Both men were surprisingly obedient. “I need to use the washroom,”

said Mark. He was actually having a hard time keeping up. “Are you okay?" asked Sophie in a

concerned voice. Mark nodded. “I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm good,” replied Mark. He ran to the toilet

as soon as he finished talking. Ysabelle followed along because she was worried. All she heard was

Mark retching after he entered the toilet. That's right... Superstars are still human, and he had too

much to drink, so it's normal for him to puke. She left quietly. “He vomited,” said Ysabelle when she

saw Sophie. “Okay.” Mark can hold his alcohol pretty well, and even he is vomiting. Tristan probably

isn't that much better off, either. “How are you doing? Are you okay?" asked Sophie. Tristan

responded by leaning on her shoulder. He closed his eyes, too tired to say another word. That was

how Tristan was. He would always become extremely quiet after he drank too much. “What do we

do now, Sophie?” asked Ysabelle. Everyone had indulged in alcohol, so no one could drive home.

“It'll be fine. You and your Uncle Tristan shouldn't go home today. Let's just head to Wisteria

Apartments instead.” It was obvious that Tristan was a little drunk as well. Hence, there was no

saying what would happen if she brought him back to his place in his inebriated state. She would

rather take care of him in person. “Okay, then I'll call the driver,” replied Ysabelle before she left to

make the call. “Sophie, you and the others don't need to go home today. Just stay here at our place

tonight,” offered Sunny, who felt much better after resting. They had an extra room, and he thought

it was fine to just let Tristan sleep on the couch. “Nah, I'll get the driver to come and get us. You

should go check up on Mark.” That was when Sunny finally realized that Mark had been in the toilet

for quite some time. Holy sh*t! Tristan is too good at drinking. I can't believe we failed to beat him,

even though it was a battle of one against five. “Okay, then take care. I'll go check up on Mark now.”

"Okay." The driver showed up at that moment. Sophie helped Tristan out of the house. When the

driver saw them, he got out of the car immediately to open the door for them. “Mr. Tristan, are you

okay?” asked the driver. He had never seen Tristan that drunk before. “I'm fine.” Tristan kept leaning

on Sophie's shoulder, even after he got into the car. He had indeed had too much to drink that day,

so his head was aching a little. The car drove down the road for quite some time before Sophie

suddenly asked the driver to stop. The driver parked the car at the side of the road. “Is there

anything you need, Ms. Tanner? I can buy it for you,” offered the driver immediately. “There's no

need for that. Just wait here for a while.” Sophie hopped out of the car and went into the pharmacy

on the other side of the road. She took a box of medicine from the shelves, paid for it, then hurried

back into the car. “What were you doing?” asked Tristan. He was currently in a daze, so he had no

idea what she had gone out to do. “It's nothing. I just bought some stuff. Go back to sleep. I'll wake

you up once we reach Wisteria Apartments.” “Okay.” Tristan was especially obedient when he was

drunk. When they reached the underground parking lot, the driver got out of the car to help Tristan

up, but the latter turned the offer down. “You can go home now. I'm not drunk.” “Okay, Mr. Tristan.”

Tristan claimed he wasn't drunk, but as soon as the driver was gone, he leaned on Sophie as though

he couldn't walk properly. Sophie glared at him. “Didn’t you say that you weren't drunk?” “I'm not.

It's just a headache,” answered Tristan in a surprisingly pitiful tone. Sophie was frustrated, but there

was nothing she could do about it. Resigned, she helped him to the elevator. Ysabelle was

speechless. He is obviously messing with Sophie. Gah, never mind. I'll just pretend I never noticed

anything. This evil uncle of mine would kick me out if I stepped on his toes. He won't even care that

it's the middle of the night. Ysabelle didn't say another word. When they reached their place, she

fled into her room, determined to not be a third wheel. It was not the right thing to do because

men, when drunk, could turn into monsters. Hence, leaving Sophie alone to deal with the matter

was borderline cruel. The man in question was her uncle, though, so it was a different story. She

suddenly wished that something more could happen between Sophie and Tristan.