“Ryzel!”
Rafael shook his friend roughly, trying to wake him from his drunken stupor. Ryzel was slumped over the table, his cheek pressed against the cold surface, the stench of alcohol thick around him.
“Bro… Bro!” Rafael tried again, shaking him harder.
“What?!” Ryzel snapped, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.
“Your phone’s been ringing non-stop!” Rafael said, glancing at the screen. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “It’s Zeus.”
At that, Ryzel’s bleary eyes shifted toward his phone. He squinted at the caller ID before scoffing and declining the call with a swipe of his finger.
“Hah!” he let out a bitter laugh. Zeus may have been saved in his contacts, but his high-and-mighty cousin never called him first. It was always the other way around, Ryzel or his parents were the o
