Connor
I took a gulp of my fourth beer then placed it down on the black iron coffee table with a thud before leaning back on my tanned leather couch. My head was getting slightly fuzzy but I vowed four beers weren't enough to get me drunk. It was just so long since I had last drank this much that my tolerance seemed to be extremely low.
Gabe was probably on number ten and he could still solve math puzzles without blinking an eye. He had the liver of an ox. Hard as steel from our university days and since he was some handsome smooth jawed actor he was used to getting drunk.
I wondered what in the world he was wearing. Furry boots with a tracksuit. Where had he even got them from? The yellow tracksuit also did nothing for his beige pale pink skin but he didn't seem to care at all. He could wear a box and still get some actor awards with ease.
"What are you even doing here?" I burped with a hiccup.
