PETE
It was becoming more and more difficult to process what I had seen and heard from Amy, some minutes ago. I was fed up already, and needed to clear my head, so I asked Steve to come keep me company.
Fortunately for me, he was already at a club, so I just had to drive there. All through my drive there, my mind couldn't stop drifting towards what happened at the ice-cream shop. The music coming from the club was rattling in my chest like a second heartbeat, and it burned my ears. I didn't waste time having two shots already and by the time I had spent twenty minutes, I was already drunk.
I slammed my glass on the table and pointed at the empty glass. “This tastes really nice.”
“It does, doesn't it?” Steve smiled. I wondered why he still wasn't drunk even though he had so many shot
