"Doesn't mean you should," Eli shrugged.
"Tell Blake that," I muttered. "What are you even doing here, Eli? You've got broken ribs, and you look like shit."
"You're one to talk," Eli scoffed. "They don't even hurt."
"You're mental," I said and rolled my eyes.
"Thanks," Eli said dryly as Tom approached us with a handful of drinks.
"For you, m'lady," he said dramatically and I laughed.
"Thanks Tom," I said and took the drink from him.
"I also got shots," Tom grinned and passed one to Eli and then to me. "Bottoms up!"
I looked at the foul substance and shrugged, lifting it to my lips and downing it. I shivered and coughed, making both Eli and Tom laugh at me.
"Shut up," I grumbled. "Go annoy someone else, you two."
"But I'm having so much fun with you," Eli said sarcastically and I
