Party and Drunkenness
* * * * * * * * * Merlí * * * * * * * * * *
"Can I know what you're up to?" he impatiently asks, annoyed at having opened my door without permission and entered my room. Apparently, he didn't like the fact that I had sent word through the staff that I wouldn't be going to the party.
"You knock before entering..."
"It's my damn house. What are you playing at?"
"I'm not playing at anything..."
"Don't toy with my patience," he warns, very serious, and I smile faintly.
"First, I'll ask you to calm down because I don't want us to argue."
"What are you playing at?"
"At nothing; I already told you. Calm down; I just want to talk to you."
"You'll go to that party."
"Of course, I will," I say pointedly, and he starts to relax, "but with one condition," I add, causin
