"Hey, why don't you come down and celebrate with me?" That jerk Al barged in without knocking and said to me. Damn it! Didn't even knock, so damn rude.
"Nah, I'm good," I replied and continued focusing on the liquor in my glass.
"They've left," Al said as he sat on the sofa in the room.
"Hmm," I just replied. I already knew. How could I not know when I've been sitting in the dark, staring at the mirror in my office that shows every corner of the club for the past four hours? Plus, I just checked the CCTV at the front of the club. It hurts like hell.
"Then why don't you go down and see your friends? What are you doing drinking alone? How long have you been drinking?"
"Just started." Yeah, just started. At first, I couldn't tear myself away from that spot because I was afraid I wouldn't
