As much as I wanted to get up and leave, it was something that I couldn’t do just yet. Why, do you ask? Well, for starters, I needed to wait for Austin to decide that it was time to leave. And speaking of Austin, he must have managed to slip in a few more drinks during the time that I had been talking to Colin—a possibility that didn’t surprise me in the slightest, but annoyed me to the extremes.
I wanted to call him out for it, but even though that was what I wanted to do, I knew that I had no business doing it, merely because we were in public, but the moment that we were home and sober, I was going to give him the most problematic attitude that I could muster up. Because I spoke to him, and I asked him nicely to stop. And yet, he still carried on. Was he playing some game? Did he thin
