"Hey, Tyler."
Eadan was slurring, and Tyler could smell the whisky even from that distance.
Tyler has usually been the type of person who got angry very easily, and that meant really very easily, but he'd learned to control it as he was growing up.
However, all that training and years of practice to keep calm and not break things into pieces went away in the span of the few seconds that Eadan was walking his way.
Tyler pushed away from where he was leaning against his car and took a menacing step.
He knew very well what he looked like when he was mad, that mad, but Eadan didn't even flinch and said a calm.
"I'm glad to see you are okay, and here… here a thought something happened to you."
"How much did you actually have to drink ?"
"You must have been very busy."
"Where
