“You’re drunk,” Kane said after a few minutes.
“I am not!” Michael exclaimed and pushed himself to his feet. “I do not get drunk, I get drunk.”
“Michael, this is the puppy I was telling you about.” Kane explained while trying to keep the smile off his face. “Michael, this is Scrappy.” He lifted the Yorkie up so Michael could get a better look at the creature. “Scrappy, this is Michael and I want you to be nice to him. He’s letting us live here for a while and you need to behave yourself. So no peeing on the carpet.”
Scrappy yipped at Kane’s attention and playfully bit the end of his nose. Kane made a cute cooing sound and cuddled the dog closer.
“That’s my good boy,” Kane praised then they both turned to look at Michael.
Michael shook his head. This was too much for his intoxicated mi
