Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2481

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2481

“Did we scare you, Joan?” giggled Nancy.

Jessica also chimed in, “It was all just a joke!”

How could they do this to me? Joan carefully set down the baby in her arms, acting as if she was about to storm off.

“Don’t go, Joan! You’re the bestest best friend in the whole wide world!” Nancy cried out, hugging Joan’s arm with a sad, puppy-dog expression.

“And the bestest sister-in-law in the world, too!” Jessica whined cutely, clutching onto Joan’s other arm.

Joan wondered if the two women were taking the “the world’s a stage” saying a little too seriously with how dramatic they were being.

“Now that all three of us are here, let’s go shopping!” Jessica suggested.

“But what about the baby?”

“Help me look after the baby!” Nancy shouted out in the direction of a butler standing near them.

“Yes, madam. Please be careful while you’re out,” came the butler’s polite reply.

So they’d planned this! Joan glared at the both of them, rendered speechless as they all picked up their handbags and headed out.

“No alcohol for the both of you!” Joan ordered during the drive, her face dead serious.

She was more than familiar with the chaotic shenanigans Nancy and Jessica would get up to while drunk.

“Wanna go visit a bar by ourselves, Jessica?” Nancy asked out loud, purposefully ignoring Joan.

“Sure! I haven’t had a proper drink in so long.”

“No way!” Joan argued. “Neither Larry, Jory, nor Caspian are in the country. What if something happens to us when we’re all drunk? We can go to a movie or karaoke, just not a bar!”

The two women sighed, shrugging their shoulders in defeat.

Nancy suddenly perked up again. “If we can’t go to a bar, then let’s buy some alcohol and go home to drink! It’s safe at home, right? We can be as crazy as we want to!”

“She’s right! Then it’s settled!” Jessica whooped.

Lord, save me. Joan shook her head exasperatedly. Their idea did sound doable, though.

“Come on, Joan! Smile!” Nancy hugged her from the backseat, smacking a loud kiss on her cheek. “You’re the prettiest woman in the world, aren’t you?”

Joan eventually caved in.

“No one goes home sober tonight,” Nancy announced later that night at her house, bottles upon bottles of beer and wine on the living room table. “Actually, no— you guys don’t even need to head home. You can just sleepover at my house.”