The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 201 Brittany's Scheme

"Oh, playing Mr. Nice Guy, huh? You country bumpkin, stop faking it here! Others might not see through your ugly mug, but I do," Brittany sneered at Daniel before turning to the others.

"Don't just stand around, toast that country boy! You all should know, he's a real 'good Samaritan' and can hold his liquor! Whoever can drink him under the table gets a promotion and a raise," she announced.

The crowd grabbed their glasses and began a relentless tag-team toast to Daniel. After a grueling half hour, nearly everyone was wiped out, sprawling across the floor in a drunken mess.

Only two remained sober: Daniel and Brittany.

"Brittany, they're all wasted, and you're still sober. If I'm not mistaken, you've been busy having them drink to me all night, without touching a glass yourself. How about we share a drink?" Daniel asked, his tone teasing.

"Drink with you? I'd rather not! You're not in my league!" Brittany was fuming. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Initially, she was convinced that gathering a bunch of seasoned drinkers would do the trick – many against one, and Daniel would've succumbed. But who would've thought all these people would get floored by him alone.

An angry Brittany had no choice but to call their families to collect the boozy bunch. After everyone was taken care of, she flopped onto the couch, exhausted.

Daniel, still with a smug look, asked, "Need a ride home, Brittany? I heard you moved into a newly renovated place. Why not invite me over?"

"You think you can drive?" she retorted.

"Of course!" he declared confidently.

Brittany came up with a new plan on the spot and agreed, "Alright then!"

She didn't actually want Daniel to drive her home. She wanted to set him up. Daniel had had enough to drink that, by now, he could be arrested for drunk driving. If he got caught, she figured she could put this country boy behind bars for at least six months.

Sitting shotgun in the car, Brittany directed Daniel. She was familiar with the local roads and knew where the cops would be, thus leading him straight into their path.

Under Brittany's guidance, the car approached an overpass with two lanes, one of which was blocked. Several uniformed police officers stood in the middle of the open lane, part of their daily patrol.

Daniel saw this and smiled. "Did you plan this?"

"What? Drive after drinking all that vodka tonight, and you didn't expect to get caught? Legally, you're looking at a minimum of six months in jail!"

"Did I drink tonight? News to me – I didn't have any. Don't believe me? Try this," he chuckled, then blew a breath of air directly at Brittany.

The strong smell of booze hit her, and Brittany quickly rolled down the window.

"Disgusting! Get lost!" she yelled, pounding on Daniel's shoulder with her fist.

"Hey, Brittany, if you ever lose your job, consider a career in massage therapy. You've got quite the touch – pretty cozy," he teased.

"You... you're about to get caught! Worry about yourself!"