The cordial greeting of the sunrise approached the translucent window by the room when he and Maverick had already caught up on each other's lives for the past six years that Nathan had been away. With empty bottles and plates that were scattered around the glass table, Nathan, who was almost but not quite drunk, stood from his seat and tapped Maverick beside him. His friend was already snoozing with his neck craned to the headboard of the chair.
Cracking his neck, Nathan kicked his shins, startling him with a shout, "Dude, get up. It's already morning."
Maverick, who just dozed out from his seat, reclined his back away. "s**t, f**k . . ." He fumbled on the couch, searching for his phone. "What time is it?"
Nathan lifted his forearms and replied, "It's six in the morning." He sl
