"F*ck, that almost killed me!" Briar complains as he washes his mouth and gargles for the nth time. "But you've got to admit. . . That sh*t right there still tastes sweet."
Everyone groans into his remarks, a total opposite to how they enjoyed their drink.
"I'm sorry, guys. I thought I had him cornered that moment. But then, it looks like the tables have turned." Miguel tries to explain his side as he wipes his face with the hem of his shirt after washing his face and mouth.
"Well, don't we all agree that THAT is what we wanted to happen to that pr*ck? I mean, he deserves a hot seat, even just a few days. You know, it even made me feel good to see his face as red as a tomato." Blake states as he rests his back on the cold told floor beside the door frame.
"I agree. . . Drinking that ch
