Taylor had no idea how fast Xander had driven to the bar, but the moment they stepped inside, the scene before them left him stunned.
Ivy was fast asleep, her head resting on her folded arms on the table.
Across from her, Lola was engaged in a heated argument with Sal about something neither Taylor nor Xander could immediately understand.
The words coming out of her mouth were technically coherent, but it was painfully obvious that she was completely drunk.
"Miss Lola," Taylor called cautiously.
Both Lola and Sal turned toward him.
The moment Sal recognized him, relief flooded his face.
"Thank goodness, Assistant Taylor!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat. "I can't deal with these two anymore."
Taylor glanced at Ivy, who hadn't even stirred.
Sal dragged a hand down his face.
"Coming here with them was the worst decision I've made all week."
