"What's up with him?" I asked warily "he is behaving as if something crawled up his ass and died." He isn't angry because of something serious, he looks angry because someone hurt his ego.
Fern chuckled, eyeing Alejandro from the rim of his glass "Hardin bruised his ego, he said some shits that is f*****g with his head." Draping his hand over Alejandro's shoulder, he pulled him closer "I never thought I'll see the day that you'll be this worked up about something someone said."
"f**k you Fern, I'm not bothered about what that asshole said, he's just plain bitter and only looking for someone to help end his miserable life." Lifting the vodka bottle to his mouth, he down large quantity "How long do you tend to keep him alive?"
"He really did get to you huh." Accepting the wrapped blunt fr
