Michael stands there watching me drink my misery away. I can tell there's a hint of judgment in those clear blue eyes of his. His hands ball up into fists, almost as if he's restraining himself from taking the bottle away from my lips.
"Shouldn't you be going home or whatever?" I ask as I tip the bottle once more taking a large gulp, his eyes travel to the brown liquid trailing down from my lips to my neck.
"I will, I just came up here to check up on you. Seems you are just fine from the looks of things."
"I didn't know you were also the alcohol police," I whisper, closing my eyes so I can ignore his voice drilling in my mind, although if I have to admit there is a velvety sound that resonates with me whenever he and I are not bickering. However, I'm hoping he'll take the hint and lea
