Mike caught the eye of a waiter, signaling to him to bring more drinks.
"I can tell you're still heated up about the whole thing," Mike observed, studying Alvin's face closely.
Alvin scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed. His lips twisted wryly. "It's that obvious, huh?"
"More or less. Tell me... what exactly happened on that trip? So far, you've only given me only really sketchy details."
"It was-" Alvin began.
He stopped talking when the waiter came to serve the drinks.
"Enjoy, sirs," the waiter said as he nodded and smiled before leaving.
"Go on," Mike urged.
"It was that asshole, Chris," Mike continued. "I caught him trying to have his way with Dora."
Surprised, Mike gave a low whistle. "You've got to be kidding me. You're telling me that guy is that depraved?"
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