And in the middle of our drinking game, My mother called. My lovely mother.
"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I said through the microphone of my phone.
"Hey...Alex, Where are you right now?" She asks.
Oh, god what should I tell, should I tell her I am in my room or just tell her the truth---- no, no, no, of course not, not the truth if she knows, I'm out, partying all night, she gonna come here, and kill me tomorrow, or worst-case scenario, she coming here right now, if she knows her son is now drunk AF.
"Ah---ahhh, I'm in my room, Mother," I answer.
"Alexander Orlando, are you drunk right now?" Her voice is full of judgment. I shouldn't have answered the call.
But before I could continue my lie at my mother, Tiana come out from behind me, demanding I give the phone to her.
"Here mom, if you
