AMIL
It was unusual for Lyron to drink and it was even more unusual for him to drink to the point of being wasted. He was well aware that he isn't able to hold his liquor.
"I'm taking him home. I don't plan on arguing with you right now," that bastard Dylan said trying to take Lyron away.
"Lemme go," Lyron shook Dylan's hands off which brought an oddly satisfying feeling.
"But Lyron..." he looked so disappointed that it got on my nerves. Why was he so clingy?
"Lemme go... 'mil an' I gots thingsh to disscush," his words were slurry as he staggered backwards, I held him firmly, preventing him from falling.
"We do?" Even I was surprised to hear that we had something to discuss.
"Yesh," he nodded his head.
"Do you want to know how I feel about Amil, Dylan?"
"That's
