"Jasmine Yale, stop being sarcastic! Have you had too much to drink? You really should take a cold shower and sober up! Look at yourself!" Sylvan Cheney, anger flaring from nowhere, suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her to the mirror by the sink.
The slender Jasmine Yale was like a helpless cat, being dragged to the mirror.
With his finger, Sylvan Cheney lifted her chin: "Look at yourself, see how drunk you've become! Let me tell you, these dinner parties inevitably involve drinking, one day you'll drink yourself to death, and even if you don't, you'll have stomach bleeding, migraines! Suffering unbearably in a hospital bed!"
