PART XI
“Well, well, well. This, you don’t see every day.”
Jaimee’s head turned to find a blurry form of a man beside her. The flashy club lights didn’t help her vision, but soon she found a grinning Keith beside her. Her already spinning head spun even more.
“Go awaaay,” she grumbled, looking at anywhere but the annoying man.
“Well damn, Reed. If you’re not trying to get alcohol poisoning, then I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” Keith said, in awe of how much shot glasses, beer bottles, and a whole other glasses in front of the clearly drunk young Reed.
“Imma punch you in the face if you don’t get out of my face,” Jaimee threatened.
Keith chuckled, ignoring the woman’s threat and sitting down beside her. “So, what’s the occasion?”
Jaimee, too drunk to care anyway, sighed an
