I knew how Chet worked. He wasn’t the type to get to the point of a conversation immediately. He preferred long drawn-out conversations for hours before you could even get anything of value out of him. Dane had gotten tired of his presence shortly after he met him.
I wasn’t surprised Dane was a rude asshole to strangers. He always looked like he’d rip your head off if you so much as looked at him. He was a very intimidating person; he must have gotten it from his mother.
Chet was being overly friendly to the point even I was getting tired of this night. I usually had the aid of some kind of drugs to get me through all this socialising; I never knew how mind-numbing it actually was with me being a hundred per cent sober.
Not so long ago, Dane had growled something about getting a drink a
