"You came."
"Yeah."
Zamond closed the door and walked inside. His eyes raked Joe and Veale. "What's wrong?"
Veale said through clenched teeth, "I gave this asshole a beating!" He pointed at Joe and added, "You listen to me! From now on, we're no longer friends! You're an insult to the word 'friend'!"
The two glasses of whiskey that Joe had offered them the other day were both tampered with.
Zamond's had been spiked with aphrodisiac, while Veale's had been spiked with a kind of narcotic drug.
Joe had spiked Veale's drink as well because he wouldn't be able to take Zamond away if Veale was present. Veale had a high tolerance to alcohol.
"I thought I drank too much. f**k! It turns out this asshole drugged me as well!"
Veale felt that Joe deserved more than just a beating for that.
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