Michael Angelo
I don't drink.
But once I do, I wanted my beverage to be heavy or strong... Sometimes fancy.
“There's no wine, nor Scotch, brother.” Miggy took another drink from his bottle, “Jack Daniels all gone too, and don't ask what happened to the champagnes… messy story for you. You'll get bored.” He added with a shook of his head as if discarding the memory from his mind.
And there goes my hope; I guess today, I won't have any.
I only shrug my shoulders at him and drink my liquor. Immediately, the cold brew hit me like cold water on a hot summer day, relaxing every tense muscle I didn't know I still have at the moment.
Finally relaxed, I let out another sigh.
Miggy smirked.
“You're welcome.” He announced.
I rolled my eyes.
He didn't remark any further and there was silence
