I bite my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It's the fifth time I've rang him in the past hour, I need to speak to Jake and it can't wait.
"Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -"
I huff loudly, slamming my phone onto the club table and pick my drink up, taking a sip.
"Is it wise that you're drinking more?" Tobias appears out of I nowhere, giving me a questioning glare.
"Get stuffed Tobias," I grumble, turning away from him. I've come to the conclusion I'm not the happiest drunk tonight . . .
"I told you, you wouldn't like the answer." Tobias says quietly, sitting opposite me. He places a glass of water on the table and pushes it towards me.
"Drink up." He instructs me and I roll my eyes dramatically.
"You're so demanding."
"It's the way I am, get over it."
"I don't l
