Leo
It took some time for us to realize that Grandpa had dozed off on his chair early on Christmas morning. Oliver, therefore, took the opportunity to whisk his bottle away, draining the entire stuff himself.
The Christmas fever didn't come until breakfast, and I was forced to eat in bed. Tony went inside the room.
"Hey, man...feeling better?" He jumped on the bed.
"A little."
"Back there, you were talking about your mysterious woman. I didn't know you to your dad already."
"Yeah, I did... it makes no difference. He thinks I'm crazy, just like you." I was already jaded.
Tony laughed.
"Well, we are going into a new year--"
"So..."
"So?" He frowned.
"Get laid." He tapped my leg and left the room.
"Asshole." I cursed under my breath. No one was helping in any way. A knock came on
